“Although you may spend your life killing, You will not exhaust all your foes. But if you quell your own anger, your real enemy will be slain.”

One who kill, own life will be shortened; One who harms, will be injured even more

A person is not earth, not water, Not fire, not wind, not space, Not consciousness, and not all of them. What person is there other than these?

The Buddha taught some people the teachings of duality that help them avoid sin and acquire spiritual merit.

The pleasure and misery of mankind revolve like a wheel.

In peace there is profundity from which the highest respect arises from respect comes power and command therefore observe peace.

There is pleasure when a sore is scratched, But to be without sores is more pleasurable still.

To others he taught non-duality, that some find profoundly frightening.

Because there are no phenomena which are not dependent arisings, there are no phenomena which are not void.

A highly learned man has two sources of happiness: either he abandons all earthly interests, or else he possesses much which could be abandoned.

Like the love of a parent for an only child, the tenderness of the Compassionate One is all-pervasive.

Just so, there are pleasures in worldly desires, But to be without desires is more pleasurable still.

Ultimate serenity is the coming to rest of all ways of taking things, the repose of named things; no truth has been taught by a Buddha for anyone, anywhere.

Without hope of reward Provide help to others. Bear suffering alone, And share your pleasures with beggars.

Some to rely on dualism, other on non-dualism; And to some he teaches the profound, The terrifying, the practice of enlightenment, Whose essence is emptiness that is compassion

So, to praise others for their virtues – Can but encourage one’s own efforts

Things derive their being and nature by mutual dependence and are nothing in themselves.

Shoot eagles on the Jack Nicklaus course, Porsche with the triple exhaust, Seats soft like a midget’s cough.

But you now, you wear your soul on your sleeve, exhausting your energy, propping yourself up on a tree, mumbling, or bent over your desk, asleep. Heaven gives you a form and you wear it out by pointless argument.

I know that the twelve notes in each octave and the variety of rhythm offer me opportunities that all of human genius will never exhaust.

The deplorable mania of doubt exhausts me. I doubt about everything, even my doubts.

Rarely do we arrive at the summit of truth without running into extremes; we have frequently to exhaust the part of error, and even of folly, before we work our way up to the noble goal of tranquil wisdom.

I’m at my best when I’m exhausted and under pressure.

If shaytan has entered into your heart – evil will look beautiful to you and good will seem tiring and exhausting.

We all experienced sleep deprivation at times – hat is the nature of stress but a physically exhausted leader routinely makes poor decisions in times of crisis.