Not knowing the name of the tree, I stood in the floodof its sweet scent.

Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

The journey itself is my home.

This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.

Summer grasses, All that remainsOf soldiers' dreams

Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring

Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind.

Describe plum-blossoms?Better than my verses...whiteWordless Butterflies

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

On this roadwhere nobody else travelsautumn nightfall.

Create your best life with your consciously chosen thoughts, words, and actions.

Difficulties are what makes it honorable and interesting to be alive.

Getting paid for being laid, guess that's the name of the game.

Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future.

Trust God where you cannot see Him. Do not try to penetrate the cloud He brings over you; rather look to the bow that is on it. The mystery is God's; the promise is yours.

The victory of democracy in South Africa is the common achievement of all humanity.

Only truthful hands write true poems. I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.

Children begin by loving their parents; after a time they judge them; rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.

There is nothing a natural man hates more than prayer.

Our senses, our appetite, and our passions are our lawful and faithful guides in things that relate solely to this life.