One day's exposure to mountains is better than cartloads of books.

One must ask children and birds how strawberries and cherries taste.

Life is but a day; a fragile dew-drop on its perilous way from a tree's summit.

On whose door does the moonlight not shine?

As a man is, so he sees.

The mountains, rivers, grasses, trees, and forests are always emanating a subtle, precious light, day and night, always emanating a subtle, precious sound, demonstrating and expounding to all people the unsurpassed ultimate truth.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone, yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even coming and going.

Which of us not forever a stranger and alone?