You throw thorns, falling in my silence they become flowers.

Love is a gift of one's inner most soul to another so both can be whole.

There is, monks, an unborn, unbecome, unmade, unconditioned. If, monks, there were no unborn... no escape would be discerned from what is born, become, made, conditioned. But because there is an unborn..., therefore an escape is discerned from what is born, become, made, conditioned.

Those who have failed to work toward the truth have missed the purpose of living.

You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger... Let a man overcome anger by love.

Three things can not hide for long: the Moon, the Sun and the Truth.

Those who are ashamed of what they ought not to be ashamed; and are not ashamed of what they ought to be - such men, embracing erroneous views, enter the woeful path.