Fumes of wine shorten the long road.

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.

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.

... you’ll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.

In near panic, I craned my neck to gaze over the cabin’s roofline a bursting fireball.

It is unfortunate, considering that enthusiasm moves the world, that so few enthusiasts can be trusted to speak the truth.

Environmentalists and rank and file timber workers becoming allies is the most dangerous thing in the world to the timber industry!

Honesty is a good thing, but it is not profitable to its possessor unless it is kept under control.

Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! Worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise.--Marianne Dashwood

I cannot help leaving my books behind me whenever God calls me hence; but in every other respect, my own hands will be my executors.

Listen, wait, and be patient. Every shaman knows you have to deal with the fire that's in your audience's eye.

There is no foreground or background, only a continuity of interlacing relationships

I'm not very good at parties. I'm a wallflower.