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

Our mind is full of anger, jealousy and other negative feelings. Yet we do not realize that these are incompatible with inner peace and joy.

From craving arises sorrow, from craving arises fear, but he who is freed from craving has no sorrow and certainly no fear.

The cause of all pain and suffering is ignorance.

As a bee without harming the flower, its colour or scent, flies away, collecting only the honey, even so should the sage wander in the village.

How does one practice mindfulness? Sit in meditation. Be aware of only your breath.

A kind man who makes good use of wealth is rightly said to possess a great treasure; but the miser who hoards up his riches will have no profit.