You should respect each other and refrain from disputes; you should not, like water and oil, repel each other, but should, like milk and water, mingle together.

We are what we think.

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

Things are not what they appear to be: nor are they otherwise.

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

The ignorant man is an ox. He grows in size, not in wisdom.

Treat not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful.