From the passions arise worry, and from worry arises fear. Away with the passions, and no fear, no worry.

The number of those endowed with human life is as small as the amount of earth one can place on a fingernail. Life as a human being is hard to sustain--as hard as it is for the dew to remain on the grass. But it is better to live a single day with honor than to live to 120 and die in disgrace.

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

Stop, stop. Do not speak. The ultimate truth is not even to think.

When one is overcome by this wretched, clinging desire in the world, one's sorrows increase like grass growing up after a lot of rain.

I teach about suffering and the way to end it

In the same way that rain breaks into a house with a bad roof, desire breaks into the mind that has not been practising meditation.