BETTER YOUR DEEDS CLEANSE YOUR MIND THAN IT REEK IN SMOKE OF SICK FEELINGS
One day, a holy man was passing alone when he was teased by some wag, so much was he annoyed that he returned the unkind compliments. “Sir! it is given in scriptures that anger is not one of the virtues of the saint,”

-said a foolish, book-ridden admirer of his. “If scriptures say that you should hug the fire that burns you, I believe more in myself than in scriptures,” he replied. “I do not think any of my human virtues can be reduced by religion to such impotence as not to enable me to retain and exercise my sovereignty over my own anger, or another passion inherent in me as man, as animal, as saint no less.” “My peace is a rose blooming amid thorns. Some times I think of it in terms of thorns, sometimes in terms of its own loveliness.”