When we are very young children we know how to feel. It's innate. But as we lead a lifetime, we pick up so many thoughts, impressions, feelings, and ideas, that our sensitivity goes away.

There is a whole crazy world around you. You can't control it, so don't even try. Because the more you try to control your environment, the more it controls you.

Being a Buddhist monk means never losing one's optimism in spite of all difficulties. It also means being harder on yourself than any of your teachers ever were.

To occupy yourself with tasks that are useful to yourself and others, you can get your mind off your problems.

When you see someone draining you, your being naturally cuts it off. Yet many times you can be manipulated not to see.

There is no beginning and there is no end. Nothing is final. There is no absolute. There is no highest point, nor is there a lowest point. These configurations are ideas. Ideas are primitive constructs, symbolic representations, reflections in a mirror.

Master Fwap, who told me that snowboarding, or any activity could be improved by the practice of meditation. Since I had had previously some training in Korean martial arts, I was somewhat open to the idea.