Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
Gautama BuddhaRead
The fragrance of sandalwood and rosebay does not travel far. But the fragrance of virtue rises to the heavens.
Interpretation
Virtue has a higher and more lasting impact than material qualities.
This quote by Gautama Buddha highlights the idea that while physical attributes or material possessions may have limited reach and influence, true virtue and moral character have the power to uplift and resonate on a universal level. The fragrance of virtue is likened to a spiritual essence that transcends the physical world and connects with a higher realm, suggesting that living a virtuous life bears significant importance beyond mere appearances or transient pleasures.
In practice
During a speech on ethics, I referenced this quote to emphasize the importance of moral integrity.
Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
A kind man who makes good use of wealth is rightly said to possess a great treasure; but the miser who hoards up his riches will have no profit.
There are having flowers in Spring, breezes in Summer, moon in Autumn, snows in Winter. If there is nothing worrying over you, it will be the best seasons at all times.
Make an island of yourself, make yourself your refuge; there is no other refuge. Make truth your island, make truth your refuge; there is no other refuge.
When a wise man is advised of his errors, he will reflect on and improve his conduct. When his misconduct is pointed out, a foolish man will not only disregard the advice but rather repeat the same error.
The tongue like a sharp knife ... Kills without drawing blood.
Every good man progressively becomes God. To become God, to be man, and to educate oneself, are expressions that are synonymous.
He who practices Tasawwuf without learning Sacred Law corrupts his faith, while he who learns Sacred Law without practicing Tasawwuf corrupts himself. _x000D_ _x000D_ Only he who combines the two proves true.
Ye have cast out yer brothers for devils and now complain ye, lamenting, that ye've been left to fight alone.
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
Not, not mine: it's somebody else's wound; I could never have borne it. So take the thing that happened, hide it, stick it in the ground; whisk the lamps away.
Who would wish to be among the commonplace crowd of the little famous - who are each individually lost in a throng made up of themselves?
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