Like a beautiful flower that is colorful but has no fragrance, even well spoken words bear no fruit in one who does not put them into practice.

"All is passing". When one realises this, he sits loose to this world of sorrow : This is the way of purity.

Our sorrows and wounds are healed only when we touch them with compassion.

The tongue like a sharp knife ... Kills without drawing blood.

Now this, monks, is the noble truth of suffering: birth is suffering, aging is suffering, illness is suffering, death is suffering; union with what is displeasing is suffering; seperation from what is pleasing is suffering... in brief, the five aggregates subject to clinging are suffering.

The mind that perceives the limitation is the limitation.

Abstain from all sinful, unwholesome actions, perform only pious wholesome ones, purify the mind; this is the teaching of enlightened ones