Watching the moon at midnight, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out.

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.

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.

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

Charity is no substitute for justice withheld.

Like a bird, my thoughts were flying away so I became a writer to cage my thoughts with paper and pen. You should not call me a writer but rather a catcher of thoughts.

Heartache, to her, coursed through everything--which was as it should be, since people needed it to make them kind.pg. 4

We need a president with tremendous intelligence, smarts, cunning, strength and stamina.

I want to make sure that nobody's dying on the streets when I'm president.

I'm an Irish Catholic and I have a long iceberg of guilt.

The real world is much smaller than the imaginary

To properly prepare to receive personal revelation, we must repent, ask through prayer, be obedient, search the scriptures, fast, think pure thoughts, and develop a spirit of reverence.

I work myself into the ground. But I think I'm a nice friend and a good person, and I try to do my work as best I can.

The only reason I don't do more is because, like all of us, we have busy lives.