Those who have high thoughts are ever striving; they are not happy to remain in the same place. Like swans that leave their lake and rise into the air, they leave their home and fly...

He who holds back rising anger like a rolling chariot, him I call a real driver; other people are but holding the reins

In the light of his vision he has found his freedom: his thoughts are peace, his words are peace and his work is peace.

For hatred does not cease by hatred at any time: hatred ceases by love – this is an old rule.

When a man dwells on the objects of sense, he creates an attraction for them; attraction develops into desire, and desire breeds anger.

As in this body, there are for the embodied one childhood, youth, old age, even so is there the taking on of another body.

Just as a flower which seems beautiful and has color but has no perfume, so are the fruitless words of the man who speaks them but does them not

He who knows that this body is like froth, and has learnt that it is as unsubstantial as a mirage, will break the flower-pointed arrow of illusion, and never see the king of death.

Just as a tree, though cut down, can grow again and again if its roots are undamaged and strong, in the same way if the roots of craving are not wholly uprooted sorrows will come...

The traveler has reached the end of the journey! In the freedom of the infinite he is free from all sorrows, the fetters that bound him are thrown away, and the burning fever of life...