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The Spirit of the Upanishads1564
Death is the law of being. The wise describe it as “Life.”
Miscellaneous.
To the really enlightened, this great city—his body—is, like a garden,
opening up a passage to liberation through enjoyment; thus all bliss and no
pain whatever.
Yogavasishtha.
The mind only half informed, and not yet in full realization of the spotless
condition, feels the keenest torture in tearing itself away from objects of
enjoyment.
Yogavasishtha.
With every connection which the poor thing binds nearer itself, there is
driven an additional spike of harm into its heart of heart.
Mahabharata.
Full of the waters of mental creations; boisterous with the waves of latent
desire; infested with the crocodile of attachment; the resort of the birds of
imagination; carrying along its mad stream the trees of fortitude growing
upon its bank; difficult to cross on account of the treacherous eddies of
illusion; enclosed within the impassably high banks of anxiety;—thus
supremely terrible runs the river of Desire. The lords of ascetics, with their
minds purified of all dross, rejoice in eternal joy, having crossed over to the
other side.
Vairagyasataka.
There is the greatest misery in hope, in hopelessness is the height of bliss.
Vairagyasataka.