Ultimate serenity is the coming to rest of all ways of taking things, the repose of named things; no truth has been taught by a Buddha for anyone, anywhere.

Great compassion penetrates into the marrow of the bone. It is the support of all living beings. Like the love of a parent for an only child, the tenderness of the Compassionate One is all-pervasive.

Because there are no phenomena which are not dependent arisings, there are no phenomena which are not void.

So, to praise others for their virtues - Can but encourage one's own efforts

The logs of wood which move down the river together Are driven apart by every wave. Such inevitable parting Should not be the cause of misery.

All philosophies are mental fabrications. There has never been a single doctrine by which one could enter the true essence of things.

There is pleasure when a sore is scratched, But to be without sores is more pleasurable still. Just so, there are pleasures in worldly desires, But to be without desires is more pleasurable still.