Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.

One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.

What is meditation?... It is fleeing from the self, it is a short escape of the agony of being a self, it is a short numbing of the senses against the pain and the pointlessness of life. The same escape, the same short numbing is what the driver of an ox-cart finds in the inn, drinking a few bowls of rice wine or fermented coconut-milk.

. . . gentleness is stronger than severity, water is stronger than rock, love is stronger than force.

This day will never come again and anyone who fails to eat and drink and taste and smell it will never have it offered to him again in all eternity. The sun will never shine as it does today...But you must play your part and sing a song, one of your best.

I can think. I can wait. I can fast.

Romantic souvenirs had a way of attaching themselves to one when one wanted to move on, but they were not to be taken seriously.