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

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

It is the tale, not he who tells it.

Can a man still be brave if he's afraid? That is the only time a man can be brave.

For I am a bear of very little brain, and long words bother me.

Play is the work of children. It's very serious stuff.

When I wake up in a bad mood, I try not to stay in one. Learn to make the best of what you have.

Never having discovered qualities in myself which could attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.

Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.

Newspapers should have no friends.

I believe what I have to say is important, and I believe the people coming to hear me are important, and so the occasion of itself alone has an importance, which forces me to stare down my nerves.

Anger's my meat. I sup upon myself, And so shall starve with feeding.