Like vanishing dew, a passing apparition or the sudden flash of lightning -- already gone -- thus should one regard one's self.

Having no destination, I am never lost.

Learn how to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon.

Eight inches strong, it is my favourite thing; If I'm alone at night, I embrace it fully - A beautiful woman hasn't touched it for ages. Within my fundoshi there is an entire universe!

Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom.

Many paths lead from the foot of the mountain, but at the peak we all gaze at the single bright moon.

Look at the cherry blossoms! Their color and scent fall with them, Are gone forever, Yet mindless The spring comes again.

Become a Buddha? The mind can't do it. The body can't do it. Only what can't become a Buddha becomes a Buddha.

We must become what we were Before we were born

Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.

Don't read the sutras - practice meditation. Don't take up the broom - practice meditation. Don't plant tea seeds - practice meditation.

We are citizens of the world. The tragedy of our times is that we do not know this.

Those with less curiosity or ambition just mumble that God works in mysterious ways. I intend to catch him in the act.

Many of us live in dysfunctional families, and so even if it's in a fairy tale, or perhaps because it's in a fairy tale, we have a chance to look at that side of our reflected lives differently.

I've always thought that we are what we remember, and the less we remember, the less we are.

The scars will take me far, they always do.

Travelling so much, sometimes my luggage goes astray. But I can get the right stuff sent to me overnight by a special shipper. No big deal.

For years, I've pushed the idea of a column compilation book mainly because it would be easy - I could just staple 'em all together. But publishers have been resistent, feeling the material dates.

If the critics were always right we should be in deep trouble.

What is possible for you in Christ Jesus depends on your capacity to believe.

I could be a vegan in sackcloth and flip-flops, but I find fabulous boots with periwinkle cuffs a far preferable option.