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The Earth Is Supported By The Power Of Truth; It Is The Power Of Truth That Makes The Sun Shine And The Winds Blow; Indeed All Things Rest Upon Truth.

The Demerits Of Our Own People Bringh Infamiy. Their Disgrace Is Our Own Disgrace. That Is Why Infamy Os Such People Relly Hurts . It Is Desifrable That The Ruler Or The Administrator May Work In A Way That Such Disgraceful Conduct May Not Occur.

The Beauty Of A Cuckoo Is In Its Notes, That Of A Woman In Her Unalloyed Devotion To Her Husband, That Of An Ugly Person In His Scholarship, And That Of An Ascetic In His Forgiveness.

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 Is A Pandit (man Of Knowledge) Who Speaks What Is Suitable To The Occasion, Who Renders Loving Service According To His Ability, And Who Knows The Limits Of His Anger.