We must always be disturbed by the truth.

Yet, though it is like this, simply, flowers fall amid our longing and weeds spring up amid our antipathy.

To study Buddhism is to study ourselves. To study ourselves is to forget ourselves.

Life and death are nothing but the mind. Years, months, days, and hours are nothing but the mind. Dreams, illusions, and mirages are nothing but the mind. The bubbles of water and the flames of fire are nothing but the mind. The flowers of the spring and the moon of the autumn are nothing but the mind. Confusions and dangers are nothing but the mind.

Do not miss the opportunity of offering even a single drop into the ocean of merit or a grain atop the mountain of the roots of beneficial activity.

There are mountains hidden in mountains. There are mountains hidden in hiddenness. This is complete understanding.

If you do not get it from yourself, where will you go for it?