There is no fire like passion. There are no chains like hate. Illusion is a net, Desire is a rushing river.

Ennui has made more gamblers than avarice, more drunkards than thirst, and perhaps as many suicides as despair.

Look upon him who shows you your faults as a revealer of treasure: seek his company who checks and chides you, the sage who is wise in reproof: it fares well and not ill with him who seeks such company.

To be selfish, greedy and unwilling to help the needy gives rise to future starvation and clothlessness.

Meat is not agreeable to the wise: it has a nauseating odor, it causes a bad reputation, it is food for the carnivorous; I say this, Mahamati, it is not to be eaten.

When you realize how perfect [or at least better than it could be] everything is, you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.

Delusions, errors and lies are like huge, gaudy vessels, the rafters of which are rotten and worm-eaten, and those who embark in them are fated to be shipwrecked.