Stop, stop. Do not speak. The ultimate truth is not even to think.

  We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.

 
Just as the great ocean has one taste, the taste of salt, so also this
teaching and discipline has one taste, the taste of liberation.

 
The one in whom no longer exist the craving and thirst that perpetuate
becoming; how could you track that Awakened one, trackless, and of
limitless range.

  Endurance is one of the most difficult disciplines, but it is to the one who endures that the final victory comes.

 
Long is the night to him who is awake; long is a mile to him who is
tired; long is life to the foolish who do not know the true law.

    Whatever precious jewel there is in the heavenly worlds, there is nothing comparable to one who is Awakened.

    Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Joy follows a pure thought like a shadow that never leaves.

 
Like a fine flower, beautiful to look at but without scent, fine words
are fruitless in a man who does not act in accordance with them.

 
Our theories of the eternal are as valuable as are those which a chick
which has not broken its way through its shell might form of the outside
world.