The seeker is that which is being sought.
A good horse runs with seeing just the shadow of the whip.
It is easy to see the faults of others... it is hard to see our own.
As an elephant in the battlefield withstands arrows shot from bows all around, even so shall I endure abuse.
From the passions arise worry, and from worry arises fear. Away with the passions, and no fear, no worry.
Happy indeed are the arahants! No craving can be found in them. Cut off is the conceit 'I am,' Burst asunder is delusion's net.