Stop, stop. Do not speak. The ultimate truth is not even to think.
Men who are addicted to the passions are like the torch-carrier running against the wind; his hands are sure to be burned.
"All is passing". When one realises this, he sits loose to this world of sorrow : This is the way of purity.
As soon as we think we are safe, something unexpected happens.
With our thoughts we make the world.
Of all footprints, that of the elephant is supreme. Similarly, of all mindfulness meditations, that on death is supreme.