The life of this transitory world is the expectation of death: to renounce life is to escape from the expectation of annihilation.

Seek for the truth from the heart which is empty of thought.

The weeping of the candle is not in mourning for the moth: the dawn is at hand, and it is thinking of its own dark night.

Peace is in proportion to every pause: observe the difference between to run, to walk, to stand, to sit, to lie, to die.

If I am mad, then who on the face of the earth is sane? If you are sane, then there is no madman in the world.

Formerly, people used to grieve over the departed, but in our days they grieve over the survivors.

Become placeless, for to change this place of water and clay is but to move from one prison to another.