Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.

It rains: the earth wet.

From the origins nothing exists.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.

Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

No ugliness in a loved child.

Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

Ordinary mind is the Way.

Fire is hot; water, cold.

However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.

The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.

Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!

Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.

What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

Watch your own steps!

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

No good thought, no evil thought.

A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?

Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.

Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.

Spring comes: grass grows.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?

With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.

One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Once you preach, the point is gone.

To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.

Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.