We walk, and our religion is shown even to the dullest and most insensitive person in how we walk. Or to put it more accurately, living in this world means choosing, choosing to walk, and the way we choose to walk is infallibly and perfectly expressed in the walk itself. Nothing can disguise it. The walk of an ordinary man and of an enlightened man are as different as that of a snake and a giraffe.

Zen is the unsymbolization of the world.

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

What is Zen? Zen is looking at things with the eye of God, that is, becoming the thing's eyes so that it looks at itself with our eyes.

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

Perfect does not mean perfect actions in a perfect world, bur appropriate actions in an imperfect one.

The object of our lives is to look at, listen to, touch, taste things. Without them, - these sticks, stones, feathers, shells, - there is no Deity.