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

Zen is the unsymbolization of the world.

There is nothing intrinsically more beautiful or poetical about the moon than about a dunghill; if anything, the contrary, for the latter is full of life and warmth and energy.

A thief running away like mad from a ferocious watch-dog may be a splendid example of Zen.

The importance and unimportance of the self cannot be exaggerated.

Any enlightenment which requires to be authenticated, certified, recognized, congratulated, is (as yet) a false, or at least incomplete one.

Mud is the most poetical thing in the world.