{"collection":"Khuddaka Nikaya","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/suttacentral_thag3.5/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/suttacentral_thag3.5","id":"suttacentral_thag3.5","license":"CC0","rights_basis":"suttacentral_bilara_data_cc0","source":"suttacentral","source_url":"https://suttacentral.net/thag3.5/en/sujato","summary":null,"tags":["Early Buddhist Texts","Khuddaka Nikaya"],"text":"\u201cIt\u2019s too cold, too hot, too late,\u201d they say. When the young neglect their work like this, opportunities pass them by. But one who considers heat and cold as no more than blades of grass\u2014 he does his duties as a man, and his happiness never fails. With my chest I\u2019ll thrust aside the grasses, vines, canes, the vetiver, rushes and reeds, and foster seclusion.","title":"M\u0101ta\u1e45gaputta","tradition":"Khuddaka Nikaya","translated_text":null,"word_count":65}