What you think you become.
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.
Life is dear to all beings, they have the right to live the same that we do.
Set your heart on doing good. Do it over and over again, and you will be filled with joy.
Dispassion is the best of mental states. . . .
Both formerly and now, it is only suffering that I describe, and the cessation of suffering.