Come behold this world, which is like unto an ornamented royal chariot, wherein fools flounder, but for the wise there is no attachment.
A solid rock is not disturbed by the wind; even so, a wise person is not agitated by praise or blame.
For him who has completed the journey, for him who is sorrowless, for him who from everything is wholly free, for him who has destroyed all ties, the fever of passion exists not… He is like a pool, unsullied by mud; to such a balanced one, life’s wanderings do not arise. Calm is his mind, calm is his speech, calm is his action, who, rightly knowing, is wholly freed, perfectly peaceful and equipoised.
By degrees, little by little, from time to time, a wise person should remove his own impurities as a smith removes the dross from silver.
Hatred never ceases through hatred in this world; through love alone they cease. This is an eternal law.
If one speaks or acts with pure mind, because of that happiness follows one, even as one’s shadow that never leaves.
