“We can always find time to breathe. In the same way, if we see the importance of meditation practice we will find the time to practice.”

We should conquer ourselves, rather than conquer others. Whether coming or going, standing, sitting or lying down, our mind should be focused in this way.

Know and watch your heart. It’s pure but emotions come to colour it. So let your mind be like a tightly woven net to catch emotions and feelings that come, and investigate them before you react.

We say that to ‘give up all evil and to develop the good’ is the heart of the Buddha’s teaching.

If we want to really see the Buddha, we should observe his virtuous qualities.

The forest is peaceful, why aren’t you? You hold on to things causing your confusion. Let nature teach you.

We don’t meditate to see heaven, but to end suffering.

If you haven’t wept deeply, you haven’t begun to meditate.

We have limited time in our life, therefore we should try to teach ourselves, not to teach others.

Investigate yourself to find the truth – inside, not outside. Knowing yourself is most important.

Why do we have time to breathe? Because we see the importance of the breath.

If suffering arises you must contemplate right there, you don’t have to run away.

A woman wanted to know how to deal with anger. I asked when anger arose whose anger it was. She said it was hers.

The Dharma Path is to keep walking forward. But the true Dharma has no going forward, no going backward, and no standing still.

Don’t fall for it. Whenever the mind is happy or sad, don’t fall for it. Its all a deception.

The forms of the world have their place, but in another way, there is nothing there. To be free, we need to respect both of these truths.

All religions are like different cars all moving in the same direction. People who don’t see it have no light in their hearts.

Each one of us only has so many breaths that we breathe in our lifetime. Make sure each and every breath is well spent!

Sick of tea? That’s like being sick of breathing!

What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind’s breath?

I heard every word you said. You were breathing for me baby. Your heart beat for mine.

Your breath touched my soul and I saw beyond all limits.

I can’t be friends with a man who blows hot and cold with the same breath.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.