He who knows that all things are his mind, That all with which he meets are friendly, Is ever joyful.

I have no desire for wealth or possessions, and so I have nothing. I do not experience the initial suffering of having to accumulate possessions, the intermediate suffering of having to guard and keep up possessions, nor the final suffering of loosing the possessions.

You menace others with your deadly fangs. But in tormenting them, you are only tormenting yourselves.

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.

In harvesting of evil deeds, the human race is busy; and doing so is to taste the pangs of Hell . . . The piling up of wealth is the piling up of others' property; what one thus storeth formeth but provisions for one's enemies... I wash off human scandal by devotion true; and by my zeal, I satisfy the Deities. By compassion, I subdue the demons; all blame I scatter to the wind, and upward turn my face.

All meditation must begin with arousing deep compassion. Whatever one does must emerge from an attitude of love and benefitting others.

To attain Buddhahood ... we must scatter this life's aims and objects to the wind.