To walk safely through the maze of human life, one needs the light of wisdom and the guidance of virtue.

He is able who think he is able.

I consider the positions of kings and rulers as that of dust motes. I observe treasures of gold and gems as so many bricks and pebbles. I look upon the finest silken robes as tattered rags. I see myriad worlds of the universe as small seeds of fruit, and the greatest lake on Earth as a drop of oil on my foot.

This life of separateness may be compared to a dream, a phantasm, a bubble, a shadow, a drop of dew, a flash of lightning.

Why cling to the pain and the wrongs of yesterday? Why hold on to the very things that keep you from hope and love.

Delusions, errors and lies are like huge, gaudy vessels, the rafters of which are rotten and worm-eaten, and those who embark in them are fated to be shipwrecked.

Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think.