The end of spring- the poet is brooding about editors.

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

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.

He could tell her that dogs used to look like cats and vice versa without a lick of proof and it would change the way she regarded the animals.

Action is always superior to speech in the Gospels, which is why the Word became flesh and not newsprint.

True morality consists not in following the beaten track, but in finding the true path for ourselves, and fearlessly following it.

My job as a Christian is not to get people to heaven when they die, it's to get heaven to people while they're alive

Freedom is incomplete without social justice.

I favor a picture which arrives at its destination without the evidence of a trying journey rather than one which shows the marks of battle.

Humanity abhors, above all things, a vacuum in itself, and your class will be cut off from humanity as the surgeon cuts the cancer and alien growth from the body.

Like me or not, I am the only one who has won the world's three most important leagues. So, maybe instead of the 'Special One', people should start calling me the 'Only One'.

A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend

I don't want people to know what is true all the time and that's what keeps the mystery.