Since Life is but a Dream, Why toil to no avail?

You have to accept the storms and the rainy days and the things in life that you sometimes don't want to face.

Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.

The world is like a great empty dream. Why should one toil away one's life?

Shade and light are different in every valley.

All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other - Only the mountain and I.

You ask why I make my home n the mountain forest, and I smile, and am silent, and even my soul remains quiet: it lives in the other world which no one owns. The peach trees blossom, The water flows.

I'm not superstitious.

I bow in reverence to the white cloud.

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.

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Everyone should be able to do one card trick, tell two jokes, and recite three poems, in case they are ever trapped in an elevator.

By night, beloved, tie your heart to mineand let them both in dreams defeat the darkness

Hope keeps the spirit awake.

I have just returned from visiting the Marines at the front, and there is not a finer fighting organization in the world!

I'm a very proud Australian, always bragging about our country wherever I am in the world.

And about in the late '80s, I got kind of burned out a little bit.

The holy child is waiting to be born in every instant, not just once a year.

Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

The essence is, what can we do next? And will it be good?

Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.