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Even A Pandit Comes To Grief By Giving Instruction To A Foolish Disciple, By Maintaining A Wicked Wife, And By Excessive Familiarity With The Miserable.

This World Is A Bitter Tree, It Has Only Two Sweet Nectar Like Fruits - One Is Soft Voice And The Other Is Company Of Gentlemen.

He Who Lives In Our Mind Is Near Though He May Actually Be Far Away; But He Who Is Not In Our Heart Is Far Though He May Really Be Nearby.

He Who Is Overly Attached To His Family Members Experiences Fear And Sorrow, For The Root Of All Grief Is Attachment. Thus One Should Discard Attachment To Be Happy.

A Friend, Even If He Be The Enemy's Son , Should Be Protected.