“Don't think of what you have to do, don't consider how to carry it out!" he exclaimed. "The shot will only go smoothly when it takes the archer himself by surprise.”

“You have described only too well," replied the Master, "where the difficulty lies...The right shot at the right moment does not come because you do not let go of yourself. You...brace yourself for failure. So long as that is so, you have no choice but to call forth something yourself that ought to happen independently of you, and so long as you call it forth your hand will not open in the right way--like the hand of a child.”

“The right art," cried the Master, "is purposeless, aimless! The more obstinately you try to learn how to shoot the arrow for the sake of hitting the goal, the less you will succeed in the one and the further the other will recede. What stands in your way is that you have a much too willful will. You think that what you do not do yourself does not happen.”

“This, then, is what counts: a lightning reaction which has no further need of conscious observation. In this respect at least the pupil makes himself independent of all conscious purpose.”

“The man, the art, the work--it is all one.”

“When you read, don't consider only what the author thinks, but take time to consider what you think.”

“Lumea are nevoie să te cuprindă, pentru totdeauna, într-o definiţie simplă, scurtă şi definitivă, asupra căreia niciodată să nu revină. Iar insul este obligat să se conformeze propriei sale definiţiuni. Uneori îi place. Alteori se sufocă.”