We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.

You find out that the universe is a system that creeps up on itself and says 'Boo' and then laughs at itself for jumping.

If you can't meditate in a boiler room, you can't meditate.

The problem is to overcome the ingrained disbelief in the power of winning nature by love, in the gentle (ju) way (do) of turning with the skid, of controlling ourselves by cooperating with ourselves.

There is no formula for generating the authentic warmth of love. It cannot be copied.

Wars based on principle are far more destructive... the attacker will not destroy that which he is after.

For the world is an ever-elusive and ever-disappointing mirage only from the standpoint of someone standing aside from it—as if it were quite other than himself—and then trying to grasp it. But a third response is possible. Not withdrawal, not stewardship on the hypothesis of a future reward, but the fullest collaboration with the world as a harmonious system of contained conflicts—based on the realization that the only real "I" is the whole endless process.