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There is no fire like passion, there is no shark like hatred,
there is no snare like folly, there is no torrent like greed.
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The fault of others is easily perceived,
but that of oneself is difficult to perceive;
a man winnows his neighbour's faults like chaff,
but his own fault he hides,
as a cheat hides the bad die from the gambler.
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If a man looks after the faults of others,
and is always inclined to be offended, his own passions will grow,
and he is far from the destruction of passions.