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.

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.

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.

...Seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of the inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.

The one, whose worldly entanglements have gone, is called the ‘Absolute Person’ (Sampoorna Purush).

The happiest people I have known have been those who gave themselves no concern about their own souls, but did their uttermost to mitigate the miseries of others.

The reason why the ancient world was so pure, light and serene was that it knew nothing of the two great scourges : the pox and Christianity.

Presidents do not go off on leave without telling the country.

One man's priority is another man's extravagence.

If there's a certain song that I want to reach a certain person or certain type of person, that's when I play it for people.

Eating and sleeping are the only activities that should be allowed to interrupt a man's enjoyment of his cigar.

You need the art in order to love the life.

People of Earth, I come in peace!