The tongue like a sharp knife… Kills without drawing blood.

When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.

When one has the feeling of dislike for evil, when one feels tranquil, one finds pleasure in listening to good teachings; when one has these feelings and appreciates them, one is free of fear.

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.

When the Aggregates arise, decay and die, O bhikkhu, every moment you are born, decay, and die.