Whatever a person frequently thinks and reflects on, that will become the inclination of their mind.

There is, Oh Monks, a not-born, a not-become, a not-made, a not-compounded. Monks, if that unborn, not-become, not-made, not-compounded were not, there would be no escape from this here that is born, become, made and compounded.

It is impossible for a man who is bogged to extricate another who is bogged.

There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant.

However many holy words you read, However many you speak, What good will they do you If you do not act on upon them?

Love in the past is only a memory. Love in the future is only a fantasy. True love lives in the here and now.

Hunger (for things) is the supreme disease.