While others are engaged in inferior and menial tasks in which they encounter many difficulties, how can I sit here at peace and do nothing? I must and shall benefit them, but without ever succumbing to the poison of self-importance.

May I be a light for those in need of light. May I be a bed for those in need of rest. May I be a servant for those in need of service, for all embodied beings.

Whatever happens, I will not let my cheerfulness be disturbed. Being unhappy won't get me anywhere and will dissipate all my goodness. Why be unhappy about something if you can change it? And if you can't, how will being unhappy help?

Whenever conflict arises among living creatures the sense of ownership is the cause.

All that may be wished for, will by nature fade to nothing.

May those whose hell it is to hate and hurt be turned into lovers bringing flowers.

Instead of trying to cover the whole world with leather, put on some sandals.