Suffering

The Buddha sought salvation in the extinction of the self; but if there is no self, what is there to be saved?

For the first time I noticed – as I would notice repeatedly during my ordeal, between one throe of agony and the next – that my suffering was taking place in a grand setting.

It was night-time and He was alone.

And He saw afar-off the walls of a round city and went towards the city.

I've often thought that had I been compelled to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but gaze up at the patch of sky just overhead, I'd have got used to it by degrees.