Tiers of mountains Cold wind feet Not need fan Ice cold through Moon shines bright Mist covers everything Sit all alone One old man

Cold Mountain Son Forever not change I live alone Beyond life death

Though face and form alter with the years, I hold fast to the pearl of my mind.

I took a walk, Suddenly I stood still, filled with the realization that I had no body or mind. All I could see was one great illuminating Whole - omnipresent, perfect, lucid and serene.

If your house has Cold Mountain poems They are better for you than sutras Hang them up where you can see them Read them and read them again

Men ask the way to Cold Mountain, Cold Mountain: there's no through trail.

Cold Mountain cold Ice freezes rock Mountains are green Snow is white Sun shines bright Every thing melt Every thing warm Warms old man

I brewed potions in a vain search for life everlasting, I read books, I sang songs of history, And today I've come home to Cold Mountain To pillow my head on the stream and wash my ears.

Nutty people are always writing me. I always think I must be on some nutty mailing list.

Those who don't know the mistakes of the past won't be able to enjoy it when they make them again in the future.

How can the unknown merit reverence?

Tall girls are hot. Short girls are cute.

Nature is actually unnatural

I feel that the surrealists have created a series of valid external landscapes which have their direct correspondences within our own minds.

And never forget, there is memory.

The manager cannot share his power with division superintendent or foreman or workman, but he can give them opportunities for developing their power.

Vulgarity is setting store by the things which are seen.

Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's.