More quotes by Matsuo Basho

"This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds."
"Winter solitude-in a world of one colourthe sound of the wind."
"Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it."
"This autumn-why am I growing old?bird disappearing among clouds."
"There is nothing you can see that is not a Bashoflower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon."