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

Think of Zen, of the Void, of Good and Evil and you are bound hand and foot. Think only and entirely and completely of what you are doing at the moment and you are free as a bird.

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

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

There is no greater difference between men than between grateful and ungrateful people.

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.

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