Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?

No Matter Where Your Interest Lies, You Will Not Be Able To Accomplish Anything Unless You Bring Your Deepest Devotion To It.

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Do Not Seek To Follow In The Footsteps Of The Wise. Seek What They Sought.