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

Watering the flowers and the trees, whispering to them, talking to them. Then, they will grow to be more bright and luxuriant.

Why are you so sure parallel lines exist? Believe nothing, merely because you have been told it, or because it is traditional, or because you have imagined it.

Be quick to do good. If you are slow, the mind, delighting in mischief, will catch you.

All fear violence, all are afraid of death.

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

Men who are addicted to the passions are like the torch-carrier running against the wind; his hands are sure to be burned.