Whatever a monk keeps pursuing with his thinking and pondering, that becomes the inclination of his awareness.
When the Aggregates arise, decay and die, O bhikkhu, every moment you are born, decay, and die.
What you are is what you have been. What you'll be is what you do now.
When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.
When the student is ready, the teacher will appear.
Whatever an enemy might do to an enemy, or a foe to a foe, the ill-directed mind can do to you even worse.