What is the appropriate behavior for a man or a woman in the midst of this world, where each person is clinging to his piece of debris? What's the proper salutation between people as they pass each other in this flood?
There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it.
A jug fills drop by drop.
The fragrance of sandalwood and rosebay does not travel far. But the fragrance of virtue rises to the heavens.
