Like a robe wears out over time and turns to rags, life wears out from day to day, from second to second.

It is our mind, and that alone, that chains us or sets us free.

Once you overcome the hatred within your mind, you will discover that in the world outside, there is no longer any such thing as even a single enemy.

Do not encumber your mind with useless thoughts. What good does it do to brood on the past or anticipate the future? Remain in the simplicity of the present moment.

If we allow our thoughts to arise and dissolve by themselves, they will pass through our mind as a bird flies through the sky, without leaving a trace.

Meditation could be said to be the Art of Simplicity: simply sitting, simply breathing and simply being.

Day by day, be content with whatever you have and satisfied with whatever happens. Everything else will then fall naturally into place.

There is no logical reason why thoughts, which have no substance, should have so much power over you, nor is there any reason why you should become their slave

On the day that you were born, you began to die. Do not waste a single moment more!

A beautiful country is a dream-like illusion. It is senseless to cling to it. Unless the inner forces of negative emotions are conquered, strife with outer enemies will never end.

Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.

We may have different faces but no one is different from loving.What matters most is the shape of our that love

Enemies' promises were made to be broken.

We seldom stop to think that we are still creatures of the sea, able to leave it only because, from birth to death, we wear the water-filled space suits of our skins.

There is room for improvement in every life. Regardless of our occupations, regardless of our circumstances, we can improve ourselves and while so doing have an effect on the lives of those about us.

What's important to me is that there's a necessary alienation between me and the subject. I don't want to know them well. I don't want to have any intimate contact with them.

Enormous morning, ponderous, meticulous; gray light streaking each bare branch, each single twig, along one side, making another tree, of glassy veins.

There is something fierce and starved about first ideas.

You can't make someone feel good about themselves until you feel good about yourself.

I'm blessed to have a little bit of success in football.

I see painting as an evocative magic, and there must always be a random factor in magic, one which must be constantly changed and renewed.