Even your pity is like a blast of wind and the words you speak would strip a tree of its blossoms.

There are three all-powerful evils: lust, anger and greed.

All the sleepers in a night of delution beholding so many dreams. In this world of darkness, only those who sever themselves from the meterial world, become absorbed in the contemplation of the supreme. None can be regarded as really woken up from sleep till they have renounced all sensuous delights.