I can see clouds a thousand miles away, hear ancient music in the pines.

Having no destination, I am never lost.

Learn how to read the love letters sent by the wind and rain, the snow and moon.

Eight inches strong, it is my favourite thing; If I'm alone at night, I embrace it fully - A beautiful woman hasn't touched it for ages. Within my fundoshi there is an entire universe!

Like vanishing dew, a passing apparition or the sudden flash of lightning -- already gone -- thus should one regard one's self.

Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom.

Many paths lead from the foot of the mountain, but at the peak we all gaze at the single bright moon.

Look at the cherry blossoms! Their color and scent fall with them, Are gone forever, Yet mindless The spring comes again.

Become a Buddha? The mind can't do it. The body can't do it. Only what can't become a Buddha becomes a Buddha.

We must become what we were Before we were born

Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.

Life becomes interesting for the possibility to fulfill a dream.

Our cause is just, and the might of Korea that is united with truth is infinite.

Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.

I'm certainly not opposed to digital technology, whose graces I daily enjoy and rely on in so many ways. But I worry about our virtual blinders.

The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.

Unilateralism is not internationalism, It is nationalist egotism gone mad.

The United States is not a nation based upon race, creed, or religion - we are a nation based upon our loyalty and allegiance to our country and her principles.

I don't want to tell you how to be a prince, but shouldn't you have some bodyguards or something?" "Bodyguards? Who would want to harm a charming guy like me?

I am a lucky player; a powerful winning force surrounds me.

Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?