Book: Indian biography

The gods also did not live in eternal peace and eternal wisdom; they also knew danger and fear, struggle and battle.

Self-immersion and wisdom were good, there were noble things, but they seemed to flourish only on the sidelines, only on the sidelines of life, and the deeds and sufferings of the one who sailed along the core of life and struggled with its waves had nothing to do with wisdom, they arose, were fate, they had to be done and suffered.

What is a duty? How many responsibilities we often neglect without blinking an eye!

Scientists and thinkers debated the creation of the world, the sacred Vedas, the power of sacrifice and the even greater power of renunciation of life's blessings, through which a mortal can make the gods tremble with fear before him.

Everywhere the deceptive game of life contained simultaneously the high and the low, eternity and death, the great and the ridiculous.

If the happiness of his love for Pravati was great, then no less, no, there was now more grief, rage, a sense of loss and resentment. This happens when a person concentrates all his ability to love on one single object; with the loss of this object, everything collapses for him, and he remains a beggar among the ruins.

The guess that the whole world, perhaps, really is just a game and a surface, only the blow of the wind and the ripples of waves over unknown abysses, came to the gazed shepherd-prince not as a thought, but as a trembling in the body and slight dizziness, as a feeling of horror and danger and at the same time passionate and languid attraction.

Woman, love and lust are responsible for everything in the world, in all the pandemonium of passions and desires, of adultery, of death, murder, war.

But as soon as he went to her on the bed, all this was forgotten and turned into nothing, so magically attracted him her smile, so sweet it was to stroke him, her slender members, so many colors, smells, and shadows bloomed a garden of pleasure her young body.