If for just the time of a finger-snap a monk produces a thought of loving-kindness, develops it, gives attention to it, such a one is rightly called a monk. Not in vain does he meditate. He acts in accordance with the master's teaching, he follows his advice. How much more so if he cultivates it.

As the fletcher whittles and makes straight his arrows, so the master directs his straying thoughts.

Whatever a person frequently thinks and reflects on, that will become the inclination of their mind.

All composite things pass away. Strive for your own liberation with diligence.

Each day of my life I am sowing seeds that one day I will harvest.

Anyone who is not working toward the truth is missing the whole point of living.

Do not judge yourself harshly. Without mercy for ourselves we cannot love the world.