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.

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.

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

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.

There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.

A wise man does not step betwixt the beast and his meat

...the mind can also be kind and does blot out those episodes of our existence that we can't erase in our consciousness.

I don't want to be remembered for my tennis accomplishments. That's no contribution to society. [Tennis] was purely selfish; that was for me.

If you don't like your world, question your thoughts about it.

Do not hide your ignorance, because somebody might help you! Hiding always prolongs the problems.

I have to stay positive and live for today and tomorrow.

The consequences for human welfare involved in questions like these are simply staggering: once one starts to think about them, it is hard to think about anything else.

If you chase something too desperately, it eludes you.

The only thing that surprises me is the characterization of teachers as lazy and greedy. Only someone with very little understanding of what teaching requires would say such a thing.