So too, monks, I saw the ancient path, the ancient road traveled by the Perfectly Enlightened Ones of the past. And what is that ancient path, that ancient road? It is just this Noble Eightfold Path; that is, right view, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness, right concentration.

Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.

Do not blindly believe what others say. See for yourself what brings contentment, clarity and peace. That is the path for you to follow.

Hate is only conquered by love.

When I was a young man, near the beginning of my life, I looked around with true mindfulness and saw that all things are subject to decay.

I am a finger pointing to the moon. Don't look at me; look at the moon.

Times of luxury do not last long, but pass away very quickly; nothing in this world can be long enjoyed.