Life is a jungle, where there is a great deal of dry wood which harbors worms and insects. No one cleans the floor of the forest or cuts away the undergrowth of bush and bramble. To wade through the thorns and the leech-ridden floor of the jungle, one has to wear the boots of sense-regulation, if one has to pass through the jungle of life, without harming oneself.
(Gems of Wisdom, Discipline, pg 411)
