2JI
There is no fire like lust. There is no grip like hate. There is no
net like delusion. There is no river like craving.
252
The fault of others is easily seen; but one's own is hard to see.
Like chaff one winnows other's faults; but one's own one
conceals as a crafty fowler disguises himself.
267
He who has transcended both merit (good) and demerit (evil),
he who leads a pure life, he who lives with understanding in this
world, he, indeed, is called a bhikkhu.
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