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

And although our bodies are bounded with skin, and we can differentiate between outside and inside, they cannot exist except in a certain kind of natural environment.

The mundane and the sacred are one and the same.

A philosopher is a sort of intellectual yokel who gawks at things that sensible people take for granted.

You have seen that the universe is at root a magical illusion and a fabulous game, and that there is no separate "you" to get something out of it, as if life were a bank to be robbed. The only real "you" is the one that comes and goes, manifests and withdraws itself eternally in and as every conscious being. For "you" is the universe looking at itself from billions of points of view, points that come and go so that the vision is forever new.

Meditation is the way in which we come to feel our basic inseparability from the whole universe, and what that requires is that we shut up.

Problems that remain persistently insoluble should always be suspected as questions asked in the wrong way.