It is a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on the door and you say, ‘Go away, I’m looking for the truth.’ and so it goes away. Puzzling.

It is always good policy to tell the truth, unless of course you are an exceptionally good liar.

It’s so hard when contemplated in advance, and so easy when you just do it.

Metaphysics is a restaurant where they give you a thirty thousand page menu, and no food.

The Buddha, the Godhead, resides quite as comfortably in the circuits of a digital computer or the gears of a cycle transmission as he does at the top of a mountain or in the petals of a flower.

The only Zen you find on the tops of mountains is the Zen you bring up there.

The solutions all are simple — after you have arrived at them. But they’re simple only when you know already what they are.

The truth knocks on the door and you say, go away, I’m looking for the truth, and it goes away. Puzzling.

The world’s stupidest man may say the Sun is shining, but that doesn’t make it dark out.

To live only for some future goal is shallow. It’s the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top.