Through effort you will cross any raging flood, through energy you will pass any sorrow.

The man who wears the yellow-dyed robe but is not free from stains himself, without self-restraint and integrity, is unworthy of the robe.

I am, I am not, I will be, I will not be are vein thoughts which is a sickness and once all are eliminated no desire arises.

Having abandoned the taking of life, refraining from killing, we dwell without violence, with the knife laid down, scrupulous, full of mercy, trembling with compassion for all sentient beings.

Be your own lamps. Be your own shelters. Hang on to the truth as a lamp. Hang on to the truth as a refuge.

Every experience, no matter how bad it seems, holds within a blessing of some kind. The goal is to find it.

Life at home is cramped and dirty, it is difficult to live a spiritual life completely, perfect and pure in all its parts while cabinned.