The real Zen of the old Chinese masters was wu-shih, or "no fuss."

The destination of life is this eternal moment.

How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environment - from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies - how is it conceivable that this incarnation of all eternity can be bored with being?

So many people of wealth understand much more about making and saving money than about using and enjoying it. They fail to live because they are always preparing to live.

The moralist is the person who tells people that they ought to be unselfish, when they still feel like egos, and his efforts are always and invariably futile.

Enlightenment or awakening is not the creation of a new state of affairs but the recognition of what already is.

I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.