A WISE MAN ONCE TOLD ME THAT ...

Whale breeding rates are down massively. You'd probably kill yourself too if you had a **** the size of a Yacht and still couldn't get laid.

Gato escaldado del agua fría huye

"From cold water runs the scalded cat'.

lol it doesn't mean the cat was set on fire, it means it had a pot of boiling water thrown on it.

Can't promise that I'm afraid mate.

Yeah see all I'm seeing is a mid-range stole.

"Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind the slime of a new bureaucracy"--Franz Kafka.

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. It is founded on our thoughts, it is made up of our thoughts.  By mind, so is the world made.

As a fletcher makes straight his arrow, a wise man makes straight his trembling and unsteady thought, which is difficult to guard, difficult to hold back. As a fish taken from his watery home and thrown on the dry ground, our thought trembles all over in order to escape the dominion of Mara, the Tempter.


It is good to tame the mind, which is difficult to hold in and flighty, rushing wherever it listeth. A tamed mind brings happiness. 


If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him, as the wheel follows the foot of the ox that draws the carriage.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought, it is founded on our thoughts, it is made up of our thoughts. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him.

He abused me, he beat me, he defeated me, he robbed me! in those who harbor such thoughts hatred will never cease.

He abused me, he beat me, he defeated me, he robbed me! in those who do not harbor such thoughts hatred will cease.

For hatred does not cease by hatred at any time. This, is an old rule.

Whatever a hater may do to a hater, or an enemy to an enemy, a wrongly-directed mind will do us greater mischief. Not a mother, not a father will do so much, nor any other relative. A well-directed mind will do us greater service.

The world does not know that we must all come to an end here. But those who know it, their quarrels cease at once.  Before long, alas! this body will lie on the earth, despised, without understanding, like a useless log. Not in  any village, nor the mountains, nor the forests, nor seas, has ever been known a place where death did not overcome the mortal.

They who imagine truth in untruth, and see untruth in truth, never arrive at truth, but follow vain desires.

They who know truth in truth, and untruth in untruth, arrive at truth, and follow true desires.

As rain breaks through an ill-thatched house, passion will break through an unreflecting mind.

As rain does not break through a well- thatched house, passion will not break through a well-reflecting mind.

The evil-doer mourns in this world, and he mourns in the next.  He mourns and suffers when he sees the evil of his own work.

The virtuous man delights in this world, and he delights in the next. He delights in both. He delights and rejoices, when he sees the purity of his own work.

The evil-doer suffers in this world, and he suffers in the next. He suffers in both. He suffers when he thinks of the evil he has done. He suffers more when going on the evil path.

The virtuous man is happy in this world, and he is happy in the next. He is happy in both. He is happy when he thinks of the good he has done. He is still more happy when going on the good path.

The thoughtless man, even if he can recite a large portion of the law, but is not a doer of it, has no share in the priesthood, but is like a cowherd counting the cows of others. 

The follower of the law, even if he can recite only a small portion of the law. but, having forsaken passion and hatred and foolishness, possesses true knowledge and serenity of mind, he, caring for nothing in this world or that to come, has indeed a share in the priesthood.

Long is the night to him who is awake. long is a mile to him who is tired, long is life to the foolish who do not know the true law. 


The fool who knows his foolishness, is wise at least so far. But a fool who thinks himself wise, he is called a fool indeed. If a fool be associated with a wise man even all his life, he will perceive the truth as little as a spoon perceives the taste of soup. 

If an intelligent man be associated for one minute only with a wise man, he will soon perceive the truth, as the tongue perceives the taste of soup.

 Fools of little understanding have themselves for their greatest enemies, for they do evil deeds which must bear bitter fruits. That deed is not well done of which a man must repent, and the reward of which he receives crying and with a tearful face.  No, that deed is well done of which a man does not repent, and the reward of which he receives gladly and cheerfully. 

As long as the evil deed done does not bear fruit, the fool thinks it is like honey... but when it ripens, then the fool suffers grief. 

Let a fool month after month eat his food (like an ascetic) with the tip of a blade of Kusa. grass, yet is he not worth the sixteenth particle of those who have well weighed the law. An evil deed, like newly-drawn milk, does not turn (suddenly) but smouldering, like fire covered by ashes, it follows the fool. 

And when the evil deed, after it has become known, brings sorrow to the fool, then it destroys his bright lot. Fate cleaves his head.

 Let the fool wish for a false reputation, for precedence among the Bhikshus, for lordship in the convents, for worship among other people ! May both the layman and he who has left the world think that 'this is done by me, may they be subject to me in everything which is to be done or is not to be done'! Thus is the mind of the fool, and his desire and pride increase. 

One is the road that leads to wealth, another the road that leads to Nirvana-- if the Bhikshu, the disciple of Buddha, has learnt this, he will not yearn for honor, he will strive after separation from the world"--From the Dhammapada, a canonical Buddhist text.

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"Tyrants are always inclined to some shade of virtue, and support Laws before destroying them"--Voltaire.

The Fisherman
 
Although I can see him still—
The freckled man who goes
To a gray place on a hill
In gray Connemara clothes
At dawn to cast his flies—
It's long since I began
To call up to the eyes
This wise and simple man.
All day I'd looked in the face
What I had hoped it would be
To write for my own race
And the reality:
The living men that I hate,
The dead man that I loved,
The craven man in his seat,
The insolent unreproved—
And no knave brought to book
Who has won a drunken cheer—
The witty man and his joke
Aimed at the commonest ear,
The clever man who cries
The catch cries of the clown,
The beating down of the wise
And great Art beaten down.

Maybe a twelve-month since
Suddenly I began,
In scorn of this audience,
Imagining a man,
And his sun-freckled face
And gray Connemara cloth,
Climbing up to a place
Where stone is dark with froth,
And the down turn of his wrist
When the flies drop in the stream—
A man who does not exist,
A man who is but a dream;
And cried, “Before I am old
I shall have written him one
Poem maybe as cold
And beautiful as the dawn.”--W,B Yeats.

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