Tukaram, Poem 3698

It were better, in one sense, to be a deaf man; but those are mere brutes crammed with learning. All their good-luck has been burned up; why does a luckless wretch go on living? It were better, in one sense, to be crazy; cursed be the argumentative rogue! Tuka says, Creatures that live on a dunghill cannot tell what nectar is.