One master defines Zen as the art of feeling the polar star in the southern sky. Truth can be reached only through the comprehension of opposites.

The art of life lies in a constant readjustment to our surroundings.

True beauty could be discovered only by one who mentally complete the incomplete.

Fain would we remain barbarians, if our claim to civilization were to be based on the gruesome glory of war.

In the liquid amber within the ivory porcelain, the initiated may touch the sweet reticence of Confucius, the piquancy of Laotse, and the ethereal aroma of Sakyamuni himself.

We are ever brutal to those who love and serve us in silence, but the time may come when, for our cruelty, we shall be deserted by these best friends of ours.

People are not taught to be really virtuous, but to behave properly.

Approach a great painting as thou wouldst approach a great prince.

Our standards of morality are begotten of the past needs of society, but is society to remain always the same?

Welcome to thee, O sword of eternity!Through BuddhaAnd through Daruma alikeThou hast cleft thy way.

[Tea-masters] have given emphasis to our natural love of simplicity, and shown us the beauty of humility. In fact, through their teachings tea has entered the life of the people.

In the face of impossible odds, people who love this country can change it.

Writers are interesting people, but often mean and petty.

In healthy individuals, emotions don't distort rationality, they enhance it!

Listen, Sebastian," he whispered. "That beautiful sound belongs to us for the rest for our lives. That's your mother. She's sunshine. No matter what happens in our lives, we have that.

I used to do drugs, but that was way back there.

It feels kind of good to be [on Sundance]. There is a sense of unification and community and voices rising together, and that all feels good.

The fact is that Paul Ryan's job is what John Boehner's job was in 2012 when Mitt Romney was running. his job is to make sure the Republicans get re-elected.

To see was terrifying, and to stop seeing tore me apart from my forehead to my throat.

But even in the schoolyard I'd been aware of that silence, that reserve in him, as though he'd been raised by foxes and language was his second language.

Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.