You can only lose what you cling to.
Ambition is like love, impatient both of delays and rivals.
To master the pride of defiant selfhood, that in truth is the highest bliss.
There has to be evil so that good can prove its purity above it.
These are the roots of trees, O monks, these are empty huts. Meditate, monks, do not be negligent, or else you will regret it later. This is our instruction to you.
Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love.