Whatever a monk keeps pursuing with his thinking and pondering, that becomes the inclination of his awareness.
When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.
Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.
When the Aggregates arise, decay and die, O bhikkhu, every moment you are born, decay, and die.
Whatever an enemy might do to an enemy, or a foe to a foe, the ill-directed mind can do to you even worse.