I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.

Young leaves The sound of a waterfall Heard from far and near.

Lighting one candle from another - Winter night

Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

In the spring rain, The pond and the river Have become one.

In lantern-light My yellow Chrysanthemums Lost all their color

Grasses are misty, The waters silent- A tranquil evening.

In the water bucket a melon and an eggplant nodding to each other

Calligraphy of geese against the sky- the moon seals it.

in my garden I pick a musk melon feeling like a thief

Ah, sleep, clothe me in thy velvet cloak.

Tattlers also and busy bodies speaking things which they ought not.

It's a good thing that beauty is only skin deep, or I'd be rotten to the core.

I don't want to go to the future. I'm scared of the future!

If your hand doesn't work for it, your heart doesn't feel sorry for it.

Our reality is influenced by our notions about reality, regardless of the nature of those notions

Justice denied anywhere diminishes justice everywhere.

I think to scandalize is a right, to be scandalized is a pleasure, and those who refuse to be scandalized are moralists.

Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.

No one paid attention to my offense. So having 2,000 hits is one of the things that is an accomplishment.