“If you listen to the Dhamma teachings but don’t practice you’re like a ladle in a soup pot.”

See the world as a mirror. It is all a reflection of the mind. When you know this, you can grow in every moment, and every experience reveals truth and brings understanding.

Just go into the room, sit in the centre of the room, open the doors and windows, and see who comes to visit.

The heart of the path is quite easy.

With even a little intuitive wisdom we will be able to see clearly the ways of the world.

I am like a tree in a forest. Birds come to the tree, they sit on its branches and eat its fruits.

When we see beyond self, we no longer cling to happiness. And when we stop clinging, we can begin to be happy.

When suffering arises, where does it arise from? The cause is wrong view, the fruit of that being suffering. If it was right view it wouldn’t cause suffering.

You should know both the universal and the personal, the realm of forms and the freedom to not cling to them.

Dharma is in your mind, not in the forest. Don’t believe others, just listen to your mind. You don’t have to go anywhere else.

Holding on to anger as a personal possession will cause suffering. If anger really belonged to us, it would have to obey us. If it doesn’t obey us, that means it’s only a deception.

The Dhamma has to sink deeply into the mind so that whatever we do, the mind has always goodness within it. All the ways of making merit are aiming at this. Goodness lies in the right view that is established in the mind.

You say that you are too busy to meditate. Do you have time to breathe? Meditation is your breath. Why do you have time to breathe but not to meditate?

To know existence as this flow, empty of lasting pleasure, void of self, is to find that which is stable and free of suffering, to find true peace in the world.

The master held up a glass and said: Someone gave me this glass; It holds my water admirably and it glistens in the sunlight.

When we sit in meditation and hear a sound, we think, ‘Oh, that sound’s bothering me.’ If we see it like this, we suffer. But if we investigate a little deeper,

Time is our present breath.

You know what Andy Warhol’s sole contribution to this country has been? He made Campbell’s Soup a household word.

I let a tarantula walk across my hand, and I ate rat soup.

The ladle is in the soup pot every day, but it doesn’t know the taste of the soup. You must reflect and meditate.

Pomegranate Soup is glorious, daring and delightful.

If you remember the shape of a spoon with which you just ate some soup, then the spoon had a poor shape.

Shaq is Shaq. I did an episode of The Soup with Shaq, and he shook my hand, and I felt like I was a Ken doll, like I had no hand.

I live on good soup, not on fine words.

He fell like a chicken into the soup.