To utter pleasant words without practicing them, is like a fine flower without fragrance.

When a monk is an arahant, with his fermentations ended - one who has reached fulfillment, done the task, laid down the burden, attained the true goal, totally destroyed the fetter of becoming, and is released through right gnosis - the thought doesn't occur to him that 'There is someone better than me,' or 'There is someone equal to me,' or 'There is someone worse than me.'

Hatred is never appeased by hatred in this world. By non-hatred alone is hatred appeased. This is a law eternal.

Being generous and kindly in speech, doing a good turn for others, and treating all alike. One like this will be praised.

He who can curb his wrath as soon as it arises, as a timely antidote will check snake's venom that so quickly spreads, - such a monk gives up the here and the beyond, just as a serpent sheds its worn-out skin.

Should a person do good, let him do it again and again. Let him find pleasure therein, for blissful is the accumulation of good.

Those who are pure in heart and single in purpose are able to understand the most supreme Way. It is like polishing a mirror, which becomes bright when the dust is removed. Remove your passions, and have no hankering.