Like a beautiful flower, full of colour, but without scent, are wise words when spoken, but fruitless these words are when not carried out by the speaker.

Few among men are they who cross to the further shore. The others merely run up and down the bank on this side.

In the end these things matter most: How well did you love? How fully did you live? How deeply did you let go?

If you don't see God in the next person you meet, look no further.

What I know is like the leaves on that tree; what I teach is only a small part. But I offer it to all with an open hand. What do I not teach? Whatever is fascinating to discuss, divides people against each other, but has no bearing on putting an end to sorrow. What do I teach? Only what is necessary to take you to the other shore.

May we live like the lotus, at home in muddy water.

Just as a chariot is verbalized, in dependence on collections of parts, so conventionally a sentient being, is set up depending on the mental and physical aggregates