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

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.

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

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

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

Children are still the way you were as a child, sad and happy in just the same way--and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children.

What is a friend? I will tell you...it is someone with whom you dare to be yourself.” ― Frank Crane

... reason accepts no commandments.

Great talkers are little doers.

Women, in general, are not part of the corruption of the past, so they can give a new kind of leadership, a new image for mankind.

Nature is good for all of us. When we're exposed to trees and other natural settings - even within the city, it fosters creativity.

I think society is entitled to recognize marriage as an institution that involves one man and one woman.

It's the group sound that's important, even when you're playing a solo.

Selling a book or story has never become absolutely automatic for me.

Hitler spoke in a quiet, soft voice.