“Everything good and bad comes from your own mind. To find something beyond the mind is impossible.”

Delusion means mortality. And awareness means Buddhahood.

When mortals are alive, they worry about death. When they’re full, they worry about hunger. Theirs is the Great Uncertainty. But sages don’t consider the past. And they don’t worry about the future. Nor do they cling to the present. And from moment to moment they follow the Way.

People of this world are deluded. They’re always longing for something – always, in a word, seeking.

All the suffering and joy we experience depend on conditions.

Buddha means awareness, the awareness of body and mind that prevents evil from arising in either.

As long as you’re enthralled by a lifeless form, you’re not free.

Worship means reverence and humility. It means revering your real self and humbling delusions. If you can wipe out evil desires and harbor good thoughts, even if nothing shows, it’s worship. Such form is its real form.

Freeing oneself from words is liberation.

All know the way, but few actually walk it.

Not suffering another existence is reaching the Way.

Buddhas move freely through birth and death, appearing and disappearing at will.

Not creating delusions is enlightenment.

Worship means reverence and humility it means revering your real self and humbling delusions.

The Way is basically perfect. It doesn’t require perfecting.

I never lost or fail, not yet conquered. If I fall seven times, I get up eight

The mind is the Buddha, and the Buddha is the mind.

If I could live my life all over I’d do everything the same; the film in my camera would remain the same; there’s no way lord, to leave this love behind.

You can’t change your fingerprints. You have only ten of them. And you leave them on everything you touch; they are definitely not a secret.

When you have that light in your eye, that you feel so good, and you’re a pleasant person to be around. “Good morning, sir. Did you find everything that you need?

Im so sick of people treating Latinos like some homogenous group that all feel the same way about everything.

If you would bring the magic out of your mind – the magic which will transform everything – you must believe.

I believe Irving Berlin was there, and uh, and everything just centered around there.

Why bother with Google when I have a wife who knows everything about everything!

You see, they love America like a 4-year-old loves his mommy. Liberals love America like grown-ups. To a 4-year-old, everything Mommy does is wonderful and anyone who criticizes Mommy is bad.