Every man is his own greatest dupe.
In the rest of Nirvana all sorrows surcease: Only Buddha can guide to that city of Peace Whose inhabitants have the eternal release.
Tears are the tribute of humanity to its destiny.
God's mills grind slow, But they grind woe.
Aphorisms are portable wisdom, the quintessential extracts of thought and feeling.
Heart's-ease is a flower which blooms from the grave of desire.