There are words which sever hearts more than sharp swords; there are words the point of which sting the heart through the course of a whole life.
Without an ever-present sense of death, life is insipid. You might as well live on the whites of eggs.
The Self, having in dreams enjoyed the pleasures of sense, gone hither and thither, experienced good and evil, hastens back to the state of waking from which he started. As a man passes from dream to wakefulness, so does he pass from this life to the next.
O soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
Happy is the unity of the Sangha. Happy is the discipline of the united ones.
A man, who realises the potential of his mind by means of introspection and contemplation, does not lack self-confidence. He has control over his mind and he is able to realise its full potential.
