Long is the night for the sleepless. Long is the road for the weary. Long is samsara (the cycle of continued rebirth) for the foolish, who have not recognised the true teaching.

Let them not do the slightest thing that the wise would later reprove.

As a bee gathering nectar does not harm or disturb the color & fragrance of the flower; so do the wise move through the world.

How easy it is to see your brother's faults, How hard it is to face your own. You winnow his in the wind like chaff, But yours you hide, Like a cheat covering up an unlucky throw. Dwelling on your brother's faults Multiplies your own. You are far from the end of your journey. The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart. See how you love.

Yet the Teaching is simple. Do what is right. Be pure. At the end of the way is freedom.

Those who walk in the Way should avoid sensualism as those who carry hay would avoid coming near the fire.

A mind unruffled by the vagaries of fortune, from sorrow freed, from defilements cleansed, from fear liberated - this is the greatest blessing.