A person writing at night may put out the lamp, but the words he has written will remain. It is the same with the destiny we create for ourselves in this world.

Full of love for all things in the world, practicing virtue, in order to benefit others, this man alone is happy.

Like the mother of the world, touch each being as your beloved child.

One is not low because of birth nor does birth make one holy. Deeds alone make one low, deeds alone make one holy.

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

Live in joy and love even among those who hate; live in joy and peace even among the troubled.

If beings knew, as I know, the results of sharing gifts, they would not enjoy their gifts without sharing them with others, nor would the taint of stinginess obsess the heart and stay there. even if it were their last and final bit of food, they would not enjoy its use without sharing it, if there were anyone to receive it