Do not be born good or handsome, but be born lucky. |
He who loves a thing often talks of it. |
Do not blame God for having created the tiger, but thank him for not having given it wings. |
The fire of reeds is of rapid extinction. |
You must neither strive for truth nor seek to lose your illusions. |
The quieter you become, the more you can hear. |
Zen is not some kind of excitement, but merely concentration on our usual everyday routine. |
The fire of reeds is of rapid extinction. |
The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass. |
Darkness reigns at the foot of the lighthouse. |