The hatred of those who hate me is like a boomerang to them

Time throws you out of its dimensionless planar like a boomerang. It unites with you again in death.

The inner suffering of the evil you do to others is not fully understood until you are wearing their aches.

Do unto others' is a boomerang. Whatever you decide to throw out there will return to you. If you do not like what comes back - change your output.

If the world appears abundant in smiles or overwhelmed by scowls, you might ask yourself if you're not to blame.

A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it.But first, while moving in a circle, it hits its target.So does gossip.