As a flood sweeps away a slumbering village, death sweeps away those who spend their lives gathering flowers. Death sweeps them away while they are still gathering, caught in the pursuit of pleasure. But the wise live without injuring nature, as the bee drinks nectar without harming the flower.
If you find no one to support you on the spiritual path, walk alone. There is no companionship with the immature. [...] The immature who know they are immature have a little wisdom. But the immature who look on themselves as wise are utterly foolish.
Better to live in strength and wisdom for one day than to lead a weak and idle life for a hundred years.
As irrigators guide water to their fields, as archers aim arrows, as carpenters carve wood, the wise shape their lives.
-from the Dhammapada
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