Thus we see that the all important thing is not killing or giving life, drinking or not drinking, living in the town or the country, being unlucky or lucky, winning or losing. It is how we win, how we lose, how we live or die, finally, how we choose.

Regarding R. H. Blyth: Two men who may be called pillars of the Western haiku movement, Harold G. Henderson and R. H. Blyth. . . .

I myself think that to have a cat is more important than to have a Bible.

Zen is poetry; poetry is Zen.

The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets.

Things have done their part; it is for us to do ours.

Zen is the game of insight, the game of discovering who you are beneath the social masks.