Of bones the city is made, Plastered with flesh and blood, Where decay and death are deposited, And pride, and ingratitude.
How blissful it is, for one who has nothing. Attainers-of-wisdom are people with nothing. See him suffering, one who has something, a person bound in mind with people.
The darkest night is ignorance.
Not merely by rules of conduct and religious observances, nor by much learning either, nor even by attainment of concentration, nor by sleeping alone, do I reach the happiness of freedom, to which no worldlings attain. If you have not put an end to compulsions, nurse your faith.
From craving is born grief, from craving is born fear. For one freed from craving there's no grief - so how fear?
Those which are produced from causes are not produced. they do not have an inherent nature of production. those which depend on causes are said to be empty; those who know emptiness are aware.
Meditate, Ānanda, do not delay, or else you will regret it later. This is our instruction to you.
I am the owner of my actions,[karma] heir to my actions, born of my actions, related through my actions, and have my actions as my arbitrator. Whatever I do, for good or for evil, to that will I fall heir.
I having pierced through the shell of ignorance for the sake of creatures wrapped in ignorance, egg-born (as it were), am unique in the world, utterly enlightened with unsurpassed enlightenment. I myself am the world's eldest and highest.
Greater than all the joys of heaven and earth, Greater still than dominion over all the worlds, Is the joy of reaching the stream.
Like the moon, come out from behind the clouds! Shine.
The less you have, the less you have to worry about.
Just as a mother would protect with her life her own son, her only son, so one should cultivate an unbounded mind towards all beings, and loving-kindness towards all the world.
Don't give yourself to negligence. Don't devote yourself to sensual pleasure. Vigilant and absorbed in meditation, one attains abundant happiness.
The rain could turn to gold and still your thirst would not be slaked. Desire is unquenchable or it ends in tears, even in heaven.
A fool suffers, thinking, 'I have children! I have wealth!' One's self is not even one's own. How then are children? How then is wealth.
To live in the consciousness of the inevitability of suffering, of becoming enfeebled, of old age and of death, is impossible. We must free ourselves from life, from all possible life.
Many do not realize that We here must die. For those who realize this, quarrels end.
Pure-limbed, white-canopied, one-wheeled, the cart roles on. See him that cometh: faultless, stream-cutter, bondless he.
Oneself, indeed, is one's own protector. One does, indeed [make] one's own destiny. Therefore, control yourself as a merchant does a fine horse.
