A person who thinks too much only ever thinks about his thoughts

I was talking to a Zen master the other day and he said, "You shall be my disciple."I looked at him and said, "Who was Buddha's teacher?" He looked at me in a very odd way for a moment and then he burst into laughter and handed me a piece of clover.

For we have never actually understood the revolutionary sense beneath them – the incredible truth that what religion calls the vision of God is found in giving up any belief in the idea of God.

What was it like to wake up after having never gone to sleep? That was when you were born.

In a certain sense, Zen is feeling life instead of feeling something about life.

It takes time for an acorn to turn into an oak, but the oak is already implied in the acorn.

The secret of the enjoyment of pleasure is to know when to stop. Man doesn't learn this secret easily, but to shun pleasure altogether is cowardly avoidance of a difficult job. For we have to learn the art of enjoying things BECAUSE they are impermanent.