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.

Live with no sense of 'mine,' not forming attachment to experiences.

Who leaves behind all human bonds, And has cast off the bonds of heaven, Detached from all bonds everywhere: He is the one I call a brahmin.

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.

Love is a fleeting emotion, to reach true nirvana one must know themselves and forsake love, for it breeds contempt.

Fearless, free of craving, and without blemish, Having reached the goal and destroyed the arrows of becoming, One is in one's final body.