Here is a greedy man who keeps to himselfThe beautiful pears ripe in his garden.

It is only a barbarous mind that sees other than the flower, merely an animal mind that dreams of other than the moon.

Had I crossed the passSupported by a stick, I would have spared myselfThe fall from the horse.

Do not allow the vision to die in your heart

We tell ourselves stories in order to live. We live entirely by the impression of a narrative line upon disparate images, the shifting phantasmagoria, which is our actual experience.

If we keep seeking, we shall find the sacred land.

You can be an expert on anything if you just use logic.

Centuries ago, human beings created marriage. Later, they looked to the sky and dreamt of traveling to the moon. Coincidence?

There should be no "means of communication" which "we cannot read".

I'm being a lot more consistent, trying to make every swing look the same. I'm doing what the situation calls for and trying not to do too much.

Postmodernism lives in the academy, where words abandon reality to serve ambition, and reputations rise on hot air.

Her blue eyes sought the west afar, For lovers love the western star.