All human beings are like travelers floating down the eternal river of time, embarking at a certain point and disembarking again at another point in order to make room for others waiting below the river to come aboard.

This I conceive to be the chemical function of humor: to change the character of our thought.

There is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life.

Today we are afraid of simple words like goodness and mercy and kindness. We don't believe in the good old words because we don't believe in good old values anymore. And that's why the world is sick.

In contrast to logic, there is common sense, or still better, the Spirit of Reasonableness.

I have a hankering to go back to the Orient and discard my necktie. Neckties strangle clear thinking.

I do not think that any civilization can be called complete until it has progressed from sophistication to unsophistication, and made a conscious return to simplicity of thinking and living.