The nation seems to slouch onward into its uncertain future like some huge inarticulate beast, too much attainted by wounds and ailments to be robust, but too strong and resourceful to succumb.

A university's essential character is that of being a center of free inquiry and criticism - a thing not to be sacrificed for anything else.

If for every error and every act of incompetence one can substitute an act of treason, many points of fascinating interpretation are open to the paranoid imagination.

Intellectualism, though by no means confined to doubters, is often the sole piety of the skeptic.

If there is anything more dangerous to the life of the mind than having no independent commitment to ideas, it is having an excess of commitment to some special and constricting idea.

We are all sufferers from history, but the paranoid is a double sufferer, since he is afflicted not only by the real world, with the rest of us, but by his fantasies as well.

To the reactionary ear every whispered criticism of the elite classes has always sounded like the opening shot of an uprising.

Intellect is resented as a form of power or privilege.

As with the pursuit of happiness, the pursuit of truth is itself gratifying whereas the consummation often turns out to be elusive.

The role of third parties is to sting like a bee, then die.

It is a poor head that cannot find plausible reason for doing what the heart wants to do.

Write for a cause, NOT APPLAUSEWrite to express, NOT TO IMPRESS.Writing isn’t just about being noticed…IT'S BEING REMEMBERED.

In the deep dark silence, my mind dances with the moonlight and feels the joy of this precious ephemeral life.

BE the light you already are.

If something bad happened just do this 3 things.First inhale second exhale and third accept that it happened.

The net of the sleeper catches fish.

I’m actually pale blue: it takes me a week of sunbathing to turn white.

When we press the thorn to our chest we know, we understand, and still we do it.

The Shobogenzo is an enormous work that captures the vastness of Dogen's realization. Kaz, over many years, threaded the beads of these many fascicles into a great mala of wisdom.

About 1883 something like a break occurred in my work. I had reached the end of 'impressionism,' and I had come to realize that I did not know how to paint or draw.