Live every act fully, as if it were your last.

Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world: As star at dawn, a bubble in a stream A flash of lightning in a summer cloud A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream

One may desire a spurious respect and precedence among one's fellow monks, and the veneration of outsiders. "Both monks and laity should think it was my doing. They should accept my authority in all matters great or small." This is a fool's way of thinking. His self-seeking and conceit just increase.

When wishes are few, the heart is happy. When craving ends, there is peace.

When you realize how perfect [or at least better than it could be] everything is, you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky.

Speak the truth do not become angered and give when asked, even be it a little. By these three conditions one goes to the presence of the gods.

If you can keep as silent as a broken gong, then you have attained, when you know no anger.