Everything is one's own mind. Not so much as an atom exists outside of mind.

Everything is true and not true about everything. That’s one thing I’ve learned.

Everything that is in the heavens, on earth, and under the earth is penetrated with connectedness, penetrated with relatedness.

Everything that we experience is a communication… the revelation of spirit.

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.

Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

Expect poison from the standing water.

Experience is neither deception nor truth. Reality is uncreated, indeterminate.

Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him.

Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.

Fallacies do not cease to be fallacies because they become fashions.

Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.

Familiarity breeds contempt and children.

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of each of your arms.

for business reasons, I must preserve the outward signs of sanity.

For every traveller who has any taste of his own, the only useful guidebook will be the one which he himself has written.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

For ordinary man is Buddha… A foolish passing thought makes one an ordinary man, while an enlightened second though makes one a Buddha.

For such an enigmatic verse, there are surprisingly few variants… I’ve read them as an explanation of the Tao’s ancestral status, which makes kin of us all.

For the more one reads the fewer are the traces left of what one has read; the mind is like a tablet that has been written over and over... If one reads straight ahead without pondering over it later, what has been read does not take root, but is for the most part lost.