There is another story of a Chinese sage who was asked, “How shall we escape the heat?” — meaning, of course, the heat of suffering. He answered, “Go right into the middle of the fire.” “But how, then, shall we escape the scorching flame?” “No further pain will trouble you!

Standing in the kitchen when you’re hungry is torture. That’s why I moved my fridge to my dungeon, where I keep the prisoners.

He who cannot put his thoughts on ice should not enter into the heat of dispute.

Don't linger like this. You have decided to go away. Now go!

If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion, and avoid the people, you might better stay home.

No matter how big or soft or warm your bed is, you still have to get out of it.

If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave.

Stay out of the court of self-judgment, for there is no presumption of innocence.

No woman gets an orgasm from shining the kitchen floor.

Battle with unconditioned breath the unconditioned air. Shun electric wire. Communicate slowly. Live a three-dimensional life; stay away from screens.

"I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house."

[<i>Notebook</i>, Oct. 10, 1842]

"There is another story of a Chinese sage who was asked, "How shall we escape the heat?" — meaning, of course, the heat of suffering. He answered, "Go right into the middle of the fire." "But how, then, shall we escape the scorching flame?" "No further pain will trouble you!" We do not need to go as far as China. The same idea comes in The Divine Comedy, where Dante and Virgin find that the way out of Hell lies at its very center."

Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day.

Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.