“Read yourself, not books. Truth isn’t outside, that’s only memory, not wisdom. Memory without wisdom is like an empty thermos bottle – if you don’t fill it, it’s useless.”

You should think about your own death 3 times per day at the very least.

The ultimate truth is like the flavour of an apple which you can’t see with the eye or hear with the ear.

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.

I don’t remember the specific ones she used, but I remember the bottles.

The British brand is so popular particularly in the US that they put the union jack flag on top of beer bottles because it sells.

Wine is bottled poetry.

Mineral water is a preposterous vanity, either bottled in glass which is stupidly heavy to freight, or in plastic that ends up in one of the plastic patches the size of Texas occupying our oceans.

Left all my Beatle records out in the sun, got a coke bottle stuck on the end of my tongue.

Remember, half the doctors in this country graduated in the bottom half of their class.

I sent her a bottle of the most expensive wine on the menu. She sent me a note: “I will not touch a drop of this wine unless you can assure me that you have seven inches in your pants. ” So I wrote back: “Give me the wine. As gorgeous as you are, I’m not cutting off three inches for anyone.

I knew if I ate anything of hers again, it would lkely tell me the same message: help me,