Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.

To have much learning, to be skillful in handicraft, well-trained in discipline, and to be of good speech -- this is the greatest blessing.

The world is continuous flux and is impermanent.

All human unhappiness comes from not facing reality squarely, exactly as it is.

When I was a young man, near the beginning of my life, I looked around with true mindfulness and saw that all things are subject to decay.

Wakefulness is the way to life. The fool sleeps As if he were already dead, But the master is awake And he lives forever.

One way leads to acquisition, the other leads to nirvana. Realising this a monk should take no pleasure in the respect of others, but should devote himself to solitude.