If the Fleeting World is but a long dream, it does not matter whether one is young or old.

A strip of water's spread in the setting sun, Half the river's emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.

Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the bamboo's shadow, One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.

Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; The evening, lonely and chill. I felt the dampness on my garments, But saw no spot, and heard no sound of rain.

Fumes of wine shorten the long road.

A little child paddles a little boat, Drifting about, and picking white lotuses. He does not know how to hide his tracks, And duckweed's opened up along his path.

Not a single person has died of boredom reading this book.

She remembered something she overheard at a dinner party -- Everyone loses their mind at least once in this lifetime. Everyone.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without ever having felt sorry for itself.

Today we are confronted with reality on the vastest scale mankind has known and this puts a greater responsibility on the photographer.

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.

This is unbelievable to me. I always wanted to be famous, be the best, but I didn't think it would be like this.

To choose the light or to choose other things is always the question.

There are no working hours for leaders.

The platform God has given me is the platform of exhortation.

The thing about our drug laws is that they're not based on science.