In the spring rain, The pond and the river Have become one.

Young leaves The sound of a waterfall Heard from far and near.

Lighting one candle from another - Winter night

Throw open your window and let the scenery of clouds and sky enter your room.

In pale moonlight / the wisteria's scent / comes from far away.

In lantern-light My yellow Chrysanthemums Lost all their color

Grasses are misty, The waters silent- A tranquil evening.

In the water bucket a melon and an eggplant nodding to each other

I came to the flowers; I slept beneath them; this was my leisure.

Calligraphy of geese against the sky- the moon seals it.

in my garden I pick a musk melon feeling like a thief

Great minds may have cold hearts. Form but no color. It is an incompleteness. And so they are afraid of any woman who both thinks and feels deeply.

Trust is like a glass vase, beautiful except there is no way of putting it back together when it breaks.

Thanks for not trying to see me when I looked like hell.”“To be fair, you still look pretty bad.

Ships passing in broad daylight.

"Orthodoxy my Lord " said Bishop Warburton in a whisper - "orthodoxy is my doxy - heterodoxy is another man's doxy."

Worry is a morbid anticipation of events which never happen.

Ardent love or desire introduced, as passionately longing to please and glorify the Divine Being, to be in every respect conformed to him, and in that way to enjoy him.

As a producer, you have an opportunity to see the whole and bring people together.

Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!

Never take anything at face value. Dare to question and seek the truth.