People Of Orphalese, Beauty Is

A Root Is A Flower That Disdains Fame.

Now I Realize That The Trees Blossom In Spring And Bear Fruit In Summer Without Seeking Praise; And They Drop Their Leaves In Autumn And Become Naked In Winter Without Fearing Blame.

The Truly Good Is He Who Is One With All Those Who Are Deemed Bad.

I Learnt Silence From The Talkative

I Deserted The World And Sought Solitude Because I Became Tired Of Rendering Courtesy To Those Multitudes Who Believe That Humility Is A Sort Of Weakness, And Mercy A Kind Of Cowardice, And Snobbery A Form Of Strength.