Matsuo Basho

"Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind."

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

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

"Summer grasses,All that remainsOf soldiers' dreams"

"Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it."

"Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise; seek what they sought."

"There is nothing you can see that is not a Bashoflower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon."