On this roadwhere nobody else travelsautumn nightfall.

Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

The journey itself is my home.

This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds.

Summer grasses, All that remainsOf soldiers' dreams

Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring

Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind.

Describe plum-blossoms?Better than my verses...whiteWordless Butterflies

Not knowing the name of the tree, I stood in the floodof its sweet scent.

It is only a barbarous mind that sees other than the flower, merely an animal mind that dreams of other than the moon.

You can NEVER be poor by giving and showing love to others.

Dreamers and thinkers believe in innovative ideas and they become the greatest students of all time.

All people have dignity. Theres nobody who was born without a soul and a spirit.

Every time we have been drunk on Jager it's been - either we didn't remember or it's been insane.

If we have made a specific transition, what it means is that anything is possible right now.

You can always tell an old soldier by the inside of his holsters and cartridge boxes. The young ones carry pistols and cartridges; the old ones, grub.

I'm not so sure the role of the United States is going around the world saying this is the way its gotta be.

There are plenty of good reasons for fighting.

God is much more concerned about your character than your career, because you will take your character into eternity, but not your career.

The true seeing is when there is no seeing.