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

“Summer grasses,All that remainsOf soldiers' dreams”

“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.”

“I do not know where to go, but I have been on the road.”

“While she was in transit, being unattached was exhilarating, but the moment she stopped, so did the high.”

“The natural tenderness and delicacy of our constitution, added to the many dangers we are subject to from your sex, renders it almost impossible for a single lady to travel without injury to her ch...”