The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

You have to accept the storms and the rainy days and the things in life that you sometimes don't want to face.

Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.

The world is like a great empty dream. Why should one toil away one's life?

Shade and light are different in every valley.

All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other - Only the mountain and I.

You ask why I make my home n the mountain forest, and I smile, and am silent, and even my soul remains quiet: it lives in the other world which no one owns. The peach trees blossom, The water flows.

I'm not superstitious.

I bow in reverence to the white cloud.

A strip of water's spread in the setting sun, Half the river's emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

The humble listen to their brothers and sisters because they assume they have something to learn. They are open to correction, and they become wiser through it.

Happiness ... is achieved only by making others happy.

The fear of death comes from limited awareness.

Fascination is a key to productivity; it unites experiences; it is even its own reward.

To brand man with infamy, and let him free, is an absurdity that peoples our forests with assassins.

[My] worst habit: Drinking too much Budweiser when I get angry.

it's just another way to die

The man upstairs is pushing the buttons, and if your name happens to be on that button, well, thank you.

If people don't want to go to the picture, nobody can stop them.

I certainly never get above my station - my family would soon slap me back down to earth.