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

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

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.

When there's no way out, you just follow the way in front of you.

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

When speech comes from a quiet heart, it has the strength of the orchid, and the fragrance of rock.

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.