In life as well as in art Zen never wastes energy in stopping to explain; it only indicates.
We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.
If happiness always depends on something expected in the future, we are chasing a will-o'-the-wisp that ever eludes our grasp, until the future, and ourselves, vanish into the abyss of death.
People sometimes fail to live because they are always preparing to live.
Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.
Society is our extended mind and body.