My religion is not deceiving myself.
Hasten slowly and ye shall soon arrive.
Accustomed long to contemplating love and compassion I have forgotten all difference between myself and others
One should see that all appearance is like mist and fog.
In horror of death, I took to the mountains - again and again I meditated on the uncertainty of the hour of death, capturing the fortress of the deathless unending nature of mind. Now all fear of death is over and done.
If one stays too long with friends They will soon tire of him; Living in such closeness leads to dislike and hate. It is but human to expect and demand too much When one dwells too long in companionship.