“This one life has no form and is empty by nature. If you become attached by any form, you should reject it. If you see an ego, a soul, a birth, or a death, reject them all.”

To seek is to suffer. To seek nothing is bliss.

Everything sacred, nothing sacred.

I do not need any writing, since I transmit teaching beyond words and ideas.

You can’t know your real mind as long as you deceive yourself.

But deluded people don’t realize that their own mind is the Buddha. They keep searching outside.

But people of the deepest understanding look within, distracted by nothing. Since a clear mind is the Buddha, they attain the understanding of a Buddha without using the mind.

The essence of the Way is detachment. And the goal of those who practice is freedom from appearances.

To go from mortal to Buddha, you have to put an end to karma, nurture your awareness, and accept what life brings.

Neither gods nor men can foresee when an evil deed will bear its fruit.

Reality has no inside, outside, or middle part.

One clings to life although there is nothing to be called life; another clings to death although there is nothing to be called death. In reality, there is nothing to be born; consequently, there is nothing to perish.

Mortals liberate Buddhas and Buddhas liberate mortals.

Those who worship don’t know, and those who know don’t worship.

People of this world are deluded. They’re always longing for something, always, in a word, seeking. But the wise wake up. They choose reason over custom. They fix their minds on the sublime and let their bodies change with the seasons.

Life and death are important. Don’t suffer them in vain.

According to the Sutras, evil deeds result in hardships and good deeds result in blessings.

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

You have to work with what you are given, even in Shakespeare. we have our form and it is important that we free ourselves through it.

For this occurs just as clay is first molded into one, then shaped into another form, for the Devil is a potter and his witches are but clay.

The worst labyrinth is not that intricate form that can entrap us forever, but a single and precise straight line.

What will die with me when I die, what pathetic or fragile form will the world lose?

I had always thought of Paradise / In form and image as a library.

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.

This so-called contemporary art is not a form, but a philosophy of society.