Ziyong asked, Is there one word that can be practiced for the whole of one’s life? ...

I have five pebbles, not too different in size and weight, yet a randomness about them…

Next is he who cultivates the shoots of goodness…

To be true is the Way of heaven. To make oneself true is the Way of man…

You can’t never go wrong cuttin’ fence…

I went for a rug-rethink in Queensway this afternoon…

And now I am one of the unemployed. What do we do all day?...

The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.

Kin’yo, an officer of the second rank, had a brother called the High Priest Ryōgaku, an extremely bad-tempered man…

With about twenty hours of solitude a day, I had plenty of time to think in prison…

The desert is the environment of revelation, genetically and physiologically alien, sensorily austere, esthetically abstract, historically inimical…