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.– RH Blyth
Nothing divides one so much as thought.– RH Blyth
The importance and unimportance of the self cannot be exaggerated.– RH 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.– RH Blyth