Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.

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

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

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

He dies, I die - Where can we meet?

Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.

Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.

Once you preach, the point is gone.

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

Worldly passions inseparable from satori.

Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.

Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?

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

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

Ordinary mind is the Way.

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

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

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

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

A hungry dog bites a dry bone.

Watch your own steps!

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

Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.

Walking is Zen; sitting, too.

No good thought, no evil thought.

From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.

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

Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!

No ugliness in a loved child.

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

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

One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.

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

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

Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.

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

Fire is hot; water, cold.

Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .

Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.

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

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

Killing or vivifying is in these hands.

Seek satori within yourself! Where else?

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.

Pictured rice cakes dissolve hunger?

When cold say cold; When hot say hot.

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

It rains: the earth wet.

Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?

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