People everywhere have been very, very good to me, whether I'm with or without cameras.
Shade and light are different in every valley.
Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.
The world is like a great empty dream. Why should one toil away one's life?
To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,We drained a hundred jugs of wine. A splendid night it was. . . . In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,But at last drunkenness overtook us;And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain,The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet
You ask why I make my home n the mountain forest, and I smile, and am silent, and even my soul remains quiet: it lives in the other world which no one owns. The peach trees blossom, The water flows.
I am asked why I live in the green mountains; I smile but reply not, for my heart is at rest. The flowing waters carry the image of the peach blossoms far, far away; there is an earth, there is a heaven, unknown to men.
Only Love conceives things worthy enough to stand greater than individual accomplishment.
When you find a burden in belief or apparel, cast it off.
I am good, but not an angel.
I'll bet your father spent the first year of your life throwing rocks at the stork.