When we have our body and mind in order, everything else will exist in the right place, in the right way.

There is an art in the emptiness of all natural things.

The world of “suchness” is void and empty because it teases the mind out of thought, dumbfounding the chatter of definition so that there is nothing left to be said. Yet it is obvious that we are not confronted with literal nothingness. It is true that, when pressed, every attempt to catch hold of our world leaves us empty-handed. Furthermore, when we try to be sure at least of ourselves, the knowing, catching subjects, we disappear. We cannot find any self apart from the mind, and we cannot find any mind apart from those very experiences which the mind – now vanished – was trying to grasp.

There is even rhythm in being empty.

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion.

The world is not to be put in order. The world is order. It is for us to put ourselves in unison with this order.

Often to understand, we have to look into emptiness.

There seems to be a kind of order in the universe…in the movement of the stars and the turning of the Earth and the changing of the seasons. But human life is almost pure chaos. Everyone takes his stance, asserts his own right and feelings, mistaking the motives of others, and his own.

If there were no emptiness, there would be no life.

When life is empty, with respect to the past, and aimless, with respect to the future, the vacuum is filled by the present - normally reduced to a hairline, a split second in which there is no time for anything to happen.

There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.

if there was nothing wrong in the world there wouldn't be anything for us to do

True enough, order prevails.... What prevails is order without life.

True enough, the country is calm. Calm as a morgue or a grave, would you not say?