Quotes by : Bashō Matsuo

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

Here is a greedy man who keeps to himselfThe beautiful pears ripe in his garden.

ChrysanthemumSilence - monk Sips his morning tea.

Many solemn nights Blond moon, we stand and marvel...Sleeping our noons away

Twilight whippoorwill...Whistle on, sweet deepenerOf dark loneliness

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

On this roadwhere nobody else travelsautumn nightfall.

When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; composition....

If I had the knackI'd sing likeCherry flakes falling

Awakened at midnightby the sound of the water jarcracking from the ice