“The misery which follows pleasure is the pleasure which follows misery.”

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.

Someone who has acted carelessly, But later becomes careful and attentive, Is as beautiful as the bright moon emerging from the clouds.

True knowledge is a virtue of the talented, but harmful to those without discernment.

The logs of wood which move down the river together Are driven apart by every wave.

Such inevitable parting Should not be the cause of misery.

All philosophies are mental fabrications. There has never been a single doctrine by which one could enter the true essence of things.

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.

Imagine a magician Who creates a creature Who creates other creatures. Acts I perform are creatures Who create others.

Just as the grammarian makes one study grammar,

My acts are irrevocable Because they have no essence… Where are the doers of deeds Absent among their conditions?

When you’re drunk, you always think you’re not. If you even drink at all don’t get behind the wheel.

There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.

Blood alone literally moves the wheels of history.

In order for the wheel to turn, for life to be lived, impurities are needed, and the impurities of impurities in the soil, too, as is known, if it is to be fertile. Dissension, diversity, the grain of salt and mustard are needed:.

I see nothing in space as promising as the view from a Ferris wheel.

Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.

Grief is like a wheel that goes around and around the world.

It makes great conversation to discuss what’s wrong with open-wheel racing today.