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

We that change, hate change. And we that pass, love what abides. Ashes, darkness, dust.

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

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

The establishment of inner harmony is to be attained neither in the past nor in the future, but where the past and future meet, which is the now. When you have attained that point, neither future nor past, neither birth nor death, neither time nor space exist. It is that NOW which is liberation, which is perfect harmony, to which the men of the past and the men of the future must come.

Regarding R. H. Blyth: Blyth is sometimes perilous, naturally, since he's a high-handed old poem himself, but he's also sublime - and who goes to poetry for safety anyway.

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.