The physical body is acknowledged as dust, the personal drama as delusion. It is as if the world we perceive through our senses, the whole gorgeous and terrible pageant, were the breath-thin surface of a bubble, and everything else, inside and outside, is pure radiance. Both suffering and joy come then like a brief reflection, and death like a pin.

If you listen to the traffic with a clear mind, without any concepts, it is not noisy, it is only what it is.

Education is no longer thought of as a preparation for adult life, but as a continuing process of growth and development from birth until death.

So actions themselves are not good and not bad; only the intention is important.

Even the purest of teachers will face bitter criticism from those who feel threatened by him.

What we are tempted to call a disaster is sometimes the first, painful stage of a blessing.

True mastery can be gained by letting things go their own way.