“the ten thousand things are all reflectionsthe moon originally has no light”

“Above Cold Mountain the moon shines alonein a clear sky it illuminates nothing at allprecious heavenly priceless jewelburied in the skandhas submerged in the body”

“I spur my horse past the ruined city;the ruined city, that wakes the traveler's thoughts:ancient battlements, high and low;old grave mounds, great and small.Where the shadow of a single tumbleweed tremblesand the voice of the great trees clings forever,I sigh over all these common bones --No roll of the immortals bears their names.”

“Children I implore youget out of the burning house nowthree carts wait outsideto save you from a homeless liferelax in the village squarebefore the sky everything's emptyno direction is better or worseeast is just as good as westthose who know the meaning of thisare free to go where they want”

“Confidence has brought them out into the light, but they seem to have forgotten - light's no good for creatures of the night.”

“I reply with a letter as brief as his: 'My brother, after my first battle the only thing I now worship is the sun, a star that represents death's constancy. Beware of the moon, which reflects our world of beauty. It waxes and wanes, it is treacherous and ephemeral. We will all die some day . . . .”

“Con hãy nhớ, khi con cảm thấy chẳng có cách nào làm phai nhạt đi hình bóng của ai đó, con hãy nghĩ, người đó chỉ vừa khéo là người đó thôi.”