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

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

Mud is the most poetical thing in the world.

Zen is the unsymbolization of the world.

What is essential is not the answer but the questions; the answers indeed are the death of the life that is in the questions.

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.

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.