Bookshops are infested with ideas. Books are quivering, murmuring creatures.

The contents of someone's bookcase are part of his history, like an ancestral portrait.

You can't say, "I'm too busy writing to be political." You are one person.

Action and personal happiness have no truck with each other; they are eternally at war.

I have a lot to say, and if I'm not No. 1, I can't say it.

Zen approaches it from the practical side of life-that is, to work out Enlightenment in life itself.

In that undifferentiated reality of the Self there is eternal bliss. All the phantoms of existence fade away.

Forget grammar and think about potatoes

I’ll flush a copy of my bill down the toilet. You should be getting it in a couple of days.

I contemplated pride and love. All this contemplativeness. When will I be free of it?

He’s just another man who wants to teach me something.