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.

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.

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

Science, I am told, is making great strides, experimenting, groping after things which no sane man has ever dreamed of before – without being burned alive for it.

She knew the soothing power of a human touch on aching flesh. Knew the strange bond that formed when two creatures united in mutual need, one hurting, the other healing.

"The most powerful single idea in mathematics is the notion of a variable."

My heart hurt so much I can't believe it. How can it keep beating, feeling like this?

When I became mayor, the city was in tough financial straits.

The wolf pack will die when scattered by man, lonesome coyote survives.

Doors of opportunity don't open, they unlock; it is up to you to turn the knob.

Although I am a pious man, I am not the less a man.

To sing is to pray twice.

My job is to show and tell. If I get better at showing and telling then presumably I get hired more.