The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

A Flute With No Holes Is Not A Flute.

There Is Nothing You Can See That Is Not A Flower; There Is Nothing You Can Think That Is Not The Moon.

Real Poetry, Is To Lead A Beautiful Life. To Live Poetry Is Better Than To Write It.

I Felt Quite At Home, / As If It Were Mine Sleeping Lazily / In This House Of Fresh Air.