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"Liberation from ego is what we shramanas are seeking, O Exalted One. If I were your disciple, O Venerable One, I'm afraid it might befall me that my ego would be pacified and liberated only seemingly, only illusorily, that in reality it would survive and grow great, for then I would make the teaching, my discipleship, my love for you, and the community of the monks into my ego!"
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"What spreads the stench of bad conduct? It is the egoism and other 'flaws'."
"The ego dies and the ego lives, but people say that 'I died'. That which takes birth and dies is the ego, and the Soul is in the same place (is always intact). Even Pudgal (the atoms that were charged; which are being discharged in the form of mind, body, speech) is in the same place. The issue is only of the ego in the middle."
"An obese ego is just about the heaviest thing you'll ever carry. So maybe you should stop feeding it."
"When you're appeasing too much, you might be egotistically over-estimating everyone's need for your approval."
"As long as the egoism is alive, 'my-ness' remains within the self."
"My ego drives me nuts. It asks me to be competitive, creative, and smart."
"As many numbers of people as are there, there are that many varieties of egoisms."
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"To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment, to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness."
"Muoth was right. On growing old, one becomes more contented than in one's youth, which I will not therefore revile, for in all my dreams I hear my youth like a wonderful song which now sounds more harmonious than it did in reality, and even sweeter."
"It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is."
"Knowledge can be communicated, but not wisdom. One can find it, live it, be fortified by it, do wonders through it, but one cannot communicate and teach it."
"Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity."
"At Night on the High SeasAt night, when the sea cradles meAnd the pale star gleamLies down on its broad waves,Then I free myself whollyFrom all activity and all the loveAnd stand silent and breathe purely,Alone, alone cradled by the seaThat lies there, cold and silent, with a thousand lights.Then I have to think of my friendsAnd my gaze sinks into their eyes,And I ask each one, silent and alone:"Are you still mine?Is my sorrow a sorrow to you, my death a death?Do you feel from my love, my grief,Just a breath, just an echo?"And the sea peacefully gazes back, silent,And smiles: NOAnd no greetings and no answers come from anywhere."
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