The man who has forgotten self may be said to have entered Heaven.

Understanding that rests in what it does not understand is the finest.

Only he who has no use for the empire is fit to be entrusted with it.

The Perfect Man uses his mind like a mirror - going after nothing, welcoming nothing, responding but not storing.

The sage is still not because he takes stillness to be good and therefore is still. The ten thousand things are insufficient to distract his mind - that is the reason he is still.

The Spirit Tower has its guardian, but unless it understands who its guardian is, it cannot be guarded.

When men do not forget what can be forgotten but forget what cannot be forgotten - that may be called true forgetting.

Men all pay homage to what understanding understands, but no one understands enough to rely upon what understanding does not understand and thereby come to understand.

You can't discuss the ocean with a well frog - he's limited by the space he lives in. You can't discuss ice with a summer insect - he's bound to a single season.

The petty thief is imprisoned but the big thief becomes a feudal lord.

He who has mastered the true nature of life does not labor over what life cannot do. He who has mastered the true nature of fate does not labor over what knowledge cannot change.

I've got a Siamese cat. It has 2 heads and 18 lives.

Wisdom comes with winters

He leans over and kisses me. And suddenly, my life splits in two: before and after.

The standard of writing that I'm getting now from 'Big Finish' compares very favourably with some of the stuff I was doing on screen in the '80s.

Where is it written that if you don't like religion you are somehow disqualified from being a legitimate American? What was Mark Twain, a Russian?

Opposition brings concord. Out of discord comes the fairest harmony.

Non-conformity is the only real passion worth being ruled by.

Don't run from lessons; they are little packages of treasure that have been given to us. As we learn from them, our lives change for the better.

The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one’s heart—hearts are made to be broken—but that it turns one’s heart to stone.