I cannot imagine a sorrier pursuit than struggling for years to write a book that attempts to appeal to people who do not read in the first place.

How you spend your days is how you spend your life.

Could two live that way? Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind of each is as everywhere present to the other, and as received and as unchallenged, as falling snow?

There is no whit less enlightenment under the tree by your street than there was under the Buddha's bo tree. I invite you to go sit under that tree by your street.

Every spring he vowed to quit teaching school, and every summer he missed his pupils and searched for them on the streets.

The interior life is often stupid.

I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.