Neither my life of luxury in the palace -nor- my life as ascetic in the forest were ways to enlightenment.

You are far from the end of your journey. The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart. See how you love.

Dispassion is the best of mental states. . . .

An evil deed, like fresh milk, does not go bad suddenly. Smouldering, like fire covered by ashes, the evil deed follows the fool.

Why do what you will regret? Why bring tears upon yourself? Do only what you do not regret, And fill yourself with joy.

Understand that the body is merely the foam of a wave, the shadow of a shadow.

Those who really seek the path to Enlightenment dictate terms to their mind. Then they proceed with strong determination.