
Nothing divides one so much as thought. —
R.H. Blyth

A thief running away like mad from a ferocious watch-dog may be a splendid example of Zen. —
Reginald Horace Blyth

The quality of your life is the outcome of your own thoughts —
Laureli Blyth

Zen is the unsymbolization of the world. —
Reginald Horace Blyth

The love of nature is religion, and that religion is poetry; these three things are one thing. This is the unspoken creed of haiku poets. —
R.H. Blyth

Every time you try to do something that anxiety wants to stop you from doing, you've struck a blow that will make the anxiety weaker. —
Jamie Blyth

If all men lead mechanical, unpoetical lives, this is the real nihilism, the real undoing of the world. —
Reginald Horace Blyth

The importance and unimportance of the self cannot be exaggerated. —
R.H. Blyth

Mud is the most poetical thing in the world. —
Reginald Horace Blyth

Zen is poetry; poetry is Zen. —
Reginald Horace Blyth

Perfect does not mean perfect actions in a perfect world, but appropriate actions in an imperfect one. —
R.H. Blyth

There is no greater difference between men than between grateful and ungrateful people. —
Reginald Horace Blyth

Zen is the game of insight, the game of discovering who you are beneath the social masks. —
Reginald Horace Blyth

A haiku is the expression of a temporary enlightenment, in which we see into the life of things. —
Reginald Horace Blyth

What is essential is not the answer but the questions; the answers indeed are the death of the life that is in the questions. —
Reginald Horace Blyth

Any enlightenment which requires to be authenticated, certified, recognized, congratulated, is (as yet) a false, or at least incomplete one. —
Reginald Horace Blyth

I myself think that to have a cat is more important than to have a Bible. —
Reginald Horace Blyth

What is Zen? Zen is looking at things with the eye of God, that is, becoming the thing's eyes so that it looks at itself with our eyes. —
Reginald Horace Blyth

The object of our lives is to look at, listen to, touch, taste things. Without them - these sticks, stones, feathers, shells - there is no Deity. —
R.H. Blyth