Through countless births in the cycle of existence I have run, not finding although seeking the builder of this house; and again and again I faced the suffering of new birth. Oh housebuilder! Now you are seen. You shall not build a house again for me. All your beams are broken, the ridgepole is shattered. The mind has become freed from conditioning: the end of craving has been reached.

The virtuous man delights in this world and he delights in the next

Whatever a monk keeps pursuing with his thinking and pondering, that becomes the inclination of his awareness.

Long is the night to him who is awake; long is a mile to him who is tired; long is life to the foolish who do not know the true law.