Although I try / to hold the single thought / of Buddha's teaching in my heart, / I cannot help but hear / the many crickets' voices calling as well.

Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched.

In this world love has no color yet how deeply my body is stained by yours.

Rather than recallin these flowersthe fragrance of the past,I would like to hear this nightingale's voice,to know if his song is as sweet.

The one close to me now; even my own body--these too will soon become clouds, floating in different directions.

Come quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.

Watching the moon at midnight, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out.

In love longing I listen to the monk's bell. I will never forget you even for an interval short as those between the bell notes.

When my desiregrows too fierceI wear my bed clothesinside out, dark as the night’s rough husk.

Praying is passionate faith.

I have amazing friends who have led inspirational lives.

When people divorce, it's always such a tragedy. At the same time, if people stay together it can be even worse.

To be alive, to able to see, to walk...it's all a miracle. I have adapted the technique of living life from miracle to miracle.

The congresspersons who are co-sponsoring the bill are being beat up in their districts with negative advertising. We need to go to them and say we understand; we're here to help and on your side.

History is like a ghost. It is as dead as alive.

Keep building and supporting new tools, technologies, and platforms to empower independence, interoperability, and web property ownership.

I think we defeat terrorism by showing them that we do not fear them.

Worship is at the center of everything that the church believes, practices, and seeks to accomplish

People who understand basketball definitely appreciate what I bring to the table.