With our thoughts we make the world.
Wear your ego like a loose fitting garment.
Ambition is like love, impatient both of delays and rivals.
He who, calm and clear as the moon, hankers no more for continuity-he is holy.
Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love.
"All is passing". When one realises this, he sits loose to this world of sorrow : This is the way of purity.