Just as a tree, though cut down, sprouts up again if its roots remain uncut and firm, even so, until the craving that lies dormant is rooted out, suffering springs up again and again.

Like a beautiful flower that is colorful but has no fragrance, even well spoken words bear no fruit in one who does not put them into practice.

Which do you think is more my friend, the water in the four great oceans or the tears that you have shed on this long way of taking birth again and again?

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

The mind precedes all things, the mind dominates all things, the mind creates all things.

I will teach you the Truth and the Path leading to the Truth.

To share happiness, and to have done something good before leaving this life is sweet.