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

Better is to speak unpleasant truth than to tell lies.

If anything is worth doing, do it with all your heart.

The four catagories of existance, non-existance, both existance and non-existance, and neither existance nor non-existance, are spiderwebs among spiderwebs which can never take hold of the enormous bird of reality

Truth is always truth, untruth is always untruth. This is what matters, this is right desire.

Let the disciple cultivate love without measure towards all beings. Let him cultivate towards the whole world, above, below, around, a heart of love unstinted....For in all the world this state of heart is best.

Explanation of the unspeakable cannot be finished.