To know objects only through dissecting and cataloguing them is to miss their full reality. It is to fall asleep amidst the mystery and to become numb to the wonder of this great Earth.

The future doesn't exist. It hasn't happened yet. The past doesn't exist. It has already happened.

If you miss the moment, you miss your life.

To be still means to empty yourself from the incessant flow of thoughts and create a state of consciousness that is open and receptive.

There is no place to search for the truth. Though it's right beneath your feet, it can't be found.

In the action of no-action (wu-wei), a cardinal aspect of the true creative process is set forth. In wu-wei, the mind is silenced and the work is allowed to express itself.

It is possible to do something, and to do something meticulously and completely with out creating a goal... all nature works this way.

What transpires for the least significant member transpires at once for the whole.

Words and ideas are a description of reality, silence is a negation of reality. What is the reality itself?

Zen is a special transmission outside the scriptures,With no reliance on words and letters.A direct pointing to the human mind,And the realization of enlightenment.

Creativity is our birthright. It is an integral part of being human, as basic as walking, talking and thinking.

If I don't keep complaining about my problems, it doesn't mean I have fewer of them, all it means is I can handle them better.

The nationalist regrets the change

Maybe home is something we have to make, and remake, over and over. But it's hard to make things when you're afraid―or you're certain—that they'll just be broken.

First law of gossip - there's no point knowing something if somebody else doesn't know you know it.

Love is the only gold.

Galleries needn't be exactly like White Columns purely because times are bad again. But the idea of this special space could - should - help shape what comes next.

Universal truths have become an embarrassment, but they won't quite go away.

The mountains were his masters. They rimmed in life. They were the cup of reality, beyond growth, beyond struggle and death. They were his absolute unity in the midst of eternal change.

Christina,'i say,'The factionless have all the guns.

Youth, even in its sorrows, always has a brilliancy of its own.