Haiku je sama samoća.

Emptiness which is conceptually liable to be mistaken for sheer nothingness is in fact the reservoir of infinite possibilities.

Who would then deny that when I am sipping tea in my tearoom I am swallowing the whole universe with it and that this very moment of my lifting the bowl to my lips is eternity itself transcending time and space?

...to point at the moon a finger is needed, but woe to those who take the finger for the moon...

The study of Japanese thought is the study of Indian thought.

If the dawn should break
and take away this sunrise,
I hope I break, too.