He who wishes to awake consumes his desires joyfully.
The mind cannot shake a mountain. Neither praise nor blame moves the wise man.
The fool who knows he is a fool is that much wiser. The fool who thinks he is wise is a fool indeed.
A mind beyond judgments Watches and understands.
You too shall pass away. Knowing this, how can you quarrel?
In this world, hate never yet dispelled hate. Only love dispels hate. This is the law, ancient and inexhaustible.
As the Fletcher whittles and makes straight his arrows, so the master directs his straying thoughts.
Mindful among the mindless, awake while others dream, swift as a race horse, he outstrips the field.
The fool sleeps as if he were already dead, but the master is awake and he lives forever. He watches. He is clear.