He who, though dressed in fine apparel, exercises tranquillity, is quiet, subdued, restrained, chaste, and has ceased to find fault with all other beings, he indeed is an ascetic.

The fault of others is easily perceived, but that of oneself is difficult to perceive.

What is emitted from the divine, though it be only like the reflection from the fire, still has the divine reality in itself, and one might almost ask what were the fire without glow, the sun without light, or the Creator without the creature?

Some people are born again; evil-doers go to hell; righteous people go to heaven; those who are free from all worldly desires attain immortality.

Rouse thyself! do not be idle!

This body is wasted, full of sickness, and frail; this heap of corruption breaks to pieces, life indeed ends in death.