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

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

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

“When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition of a poem must be done in an instant, like a woodcutter felling a huge tree or a swords...”

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

“On this roadwhere nobody else travelsautumn nightfall.”

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

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

“stronger than mountains.a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.”

“Fighting isn't all there is to the Art of War. The men who think that way, and are satisfied to have food to eat and a place to sleep, are mere vagabonds. A serious student is much more concerned w...”

“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”

“The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.”

“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.”