A person creates what they defend against.

Just as the great ocean has one taste, the taste of salt, so also this teaching and discipline has one taste, the taste of liberation.

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

The world is afflicted by death and decay. But the wise do not grieve, having realized the nature of the world.

There is no fire like passion. There are no chains like hate. Illusion is a net, Desire is a rushing river.

Of what I know, I have told you only a little. Why have I not told you the rest? Because it would not lead you to Nirvana.

If a man offend a harmless, pure, and innocent person, the evil falls back upon that fool, like light dust thrown up against the wind.