Book: Mahabharata

Any action always has a consequence. You just get the fruits of your actions.

Karna's body fell to the ground, spewing blood from its wounds, like a mountain of red stone, split from the blow of Indra's perun during a thunderstorm and streaming crimson rain streams down the slopes. And his head, against desire, parted with its mighty body, as the owner reluctantly leaves his magnificent palace, shining with wealth. And then a wonderful sight appeared before everyone who saw the death of Karna: a dazzling radiance arose from the body of the fallen knight and, rising to the sky, merged with the radiance of the sun.

Never should one underestimate yourself, for he who despises himself, I will never reach prosperity.

Who in this world relies on the benevolence of fate, and he who preaches that it determines the case - both outcast; of praise to the worthy one who converted thoughts to action. The one who is waiting for fate, unwilling to even move and forget a sweet dream, dying, utter fool, like unbaked vessel, fell into the water. And the one who believes in the case and being able to act, setting action, the short century, as a man, weak and not having defender.

After all, he who though devoid of all other virtues, but has the courage, can defeat his enemies; but he who, though endowed with all the virtues, but is devoid of valor, what can he do? After all, valor in the form of a composite of its parts are enclosed in courage. After commitment, the application of effort and fate are together the key to victory. Nobody, at least and with the strength that does not deserve respect if he acts recklessly. For this reason, even strong enemy dies from the hands of his opponents. As gloom covers weak and strong blindness takes hold.

It's best not to soil oneself with mud than to wash it.