Nothing divides one so much as thought.

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

Zen is poetry; poetry is Zen.

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

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.

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.