Enjoyments do not exist,
But I was exhausted by the enjoyments.
I did no penance nor hard work
But time spared me not without hitting
Time has not exhausted
But I have been consumed
My desires have not grown old
But I have grown old and weary.
– Bharati Hari
It is not the work but the worry,
That drives all sleep away.
As we toss and turn and wonder,
About the cares of he day.
Do we think of the hands hard labour,
or the steps of the tired feet?
Ah not, but we plan and wonder,
How to make both ends meet.
It is not the work, but worry
That makes us troubled and sad.
That makes us narrow and sordid,
When we should be cheery and glad.
It is not the work, but the worry,
that makes the world grow old.
That numbers the years of its children,
Ere half their story is told,
that weakens their faith in heaven.
And the wisdom of God's great plan
Ah! it is not the work but worry,
that makes the heart of man.
The soul of a man is divided into three parts: Intelligence, Reason & Passion. Intelligence & Passion are possessed by other animals, too; but reason by man alone. Reason is immortal, all else is mortal.
If you love men and they are unfriendly,
look into your love.
If you rule men and they are unwillingly or unruly,
look into your wisdom.
If you are courteous to them and they do not respond,
look into your courtesy
If what you do is in vain,
Always seek within