In this world Hate never yet dispelled hate. Only love dispels hate. This is the law, Ancient and inexhaustible.

Learn this from the waters: in mountain clefts and chasms, loud gush the streamlets, but great rivers flow silently.

Therefore, be ye lamps unto yourselves, be ye a refuge to yourselves. Hold fast to the truth as a lamp; hold fast as a refuge to the truth. Look not for refuge to anyone besides yourselves.

When one sees that everything exists as an illusion, one can live in a higher sphere than ordinary man.

Now this, monks, is the noble truth of suffering: birth is suffering, aging is suffering, illness is suffering, death is suffering; union with what is displeasing is suffering; seperation from what is pleasing is suffering... in brief, the five aggregates subject to clinging are suffering.

When you like a flower, you just pluck it. But when you love a flower, you water it daily.

Just as a line drawn on water with a stick will quickly vanish and will not last long; even so, brahmins, is human life like a line drawn on water. It is short, limited, and brief; it is full of suffering. One should do good and live a pure life; for none who is born can escape death.