To me, ultimately, martial arts means honestly expressing yourself. Now, it is very difficult to do. It has always been very easy for me to put on a show and be cocky, and be flooded with a cocky feeling and feel pretty cool and all that. I can make all kinds of phoney things. Blinded by it. Or I can show some really fancy movement. But to experience oneself honestly, not lying to oneself, and to express myself honestly, now that is very hard to do.

The mind is like a fertile garden in which anything that is planted, flowers or weeds, will grow.

Where there is no style, there is no slave. Martial Arts mean honestly expressing yourself. No style. No slave.

Can you look at a situation without naming it? Naming it, making it a word, causes fear.

If mere mechanical efficiency can make everyone a martial artist, then all is well. Unfortunately, combat, like freedom, is something that can not be preconceived.

Because of styles people are separated. Research your own experience, absorb what is useful, reject what is useless, add what is essentially your own.

I'm moving and not moving at all. I'm like the moon underneath the waves that ever go on rolling and rocking. It is not, "I am doing this," but rather, an inner realization that "this is happening through me," or "it is doing this for me." The consciousness of self is the greatest hindrance to the proper execution of all physical action.