He whose conquest is not conquered again.

Into whose conquest no one in this world enters, by what track can you lead him, the Awakened, the Omniscient, the trackless?

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.

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