Zen is the game of insight, the game of discovering who you are beneath the social masks.

If all men lead mechanical, unpoetical lives, this is the real nihilism, the real undoing of the world.

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.

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

Think of Zen, of the Void, of Good and Evil and you are bound hand and foot. Think only and entirely and completely of what you are doing at the moment and you are free as a bird.

A haiku is the expression of a temporary enlightenment, in which we see into the life of things.

I myself think that to have a cat is more important than to have a Bible.

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.

Regarding R. H. Blyth: Blyth is sometimes perilous, naturally, since he's a high-handed old poem himself, but he's also sublime - and who goes to poetry for safety anyway.

Yo Mama's so fat her butt cheeks have different area codes.

I made this story up to make me feel better. Now I'm writing it down. It's not true.

Everyone has the same God; only people differ.

Say, Cuttino. What are those Godawful clothes you're wearing? Man, this ain't Rhode Island anymore. You're in the NBA. The girls have teeth here.

To play a bag woman is brave for any woman.

We all dream of things we cannot have.

Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.

One must choose between making a man or a citizen, for one cannot make both at the same time.

Painting pictures in our mind of what we want serves as the foundation for greater living and greater relationships.

People shouldn't stay married because of the kids. That's torture for everyone.