Just as a tree, though cut down, sprouts up again if its roots remain uncut and firm, even so, until the craving that lies dormant is rooted out, suffering springs up again and again.

I look upon the judgment of right and wrong as the serpentine dance of a dragon, and the rise and fall of beliefs as but traces left by the four seasons.

It is our minds that create this world.

A raft needed to cross the river is discarded when the other shore is reached, not carried about on one's head.

Imagine that every person in the world is enlightened but you. They are all your teachers, each doing just the right things to help you learn perfect patience, perfect wisdom, perfect compassion.

Let your mind become clear like a still forest pool.

Before you've seen it, and when you first see it, it is the greatest thing; afterwards, it is ordinary.