Praise and blame, good and bad, even heat and cold, must be equally acceptable to us.

The foolish man conceives the idea of 'self.' The wise man sees there is no ground on which to build the idea of 'self;' thus, he has a right conception of the world and well concludes that all compounds amassed by sorrow will be dissolved again, but the truth will remain.

The world is afflicted by death and decay. But the wise do not grieve, having realized the nature of the world.

The wise man makes an island of himself that no flood can overwhelm.

Though one should live a hundred years without wisdom and control, yet better, indeed, is a single day's life of one who is wise and meditative.

Praise and blame, gain and loss, pleasure and sorrow come and go like the wind. To be happy, rest like a giant tree in the midst of them all