He who, calm and clear as the moon, hankers no more for continuity-he is holy.
When a man has pity on all living creatures then only is he noble.
Fools wait for a lucky day, but everyday is a lucky day for an industrious man.
Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think.
One who does not rouse themself when it is time to rise, who, though capable, is full of sloth, whose will and thought are weak, that lazy and idle person will never find their way to true knowledge.
Though through all his life a fool associates with a wise man, he yet understands not the Dharma, as the spoon, the flavor of soup.