Quotes by : Bashō Matsuo

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

Had I crossed the passSupported by a stick,I would have spared myselfThe fall from the horse.

ChrysanthemumSilence - monk Sips his morning tea.

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

It is only a barbarous mind that sees other than the flower, merely an animal mind that dreams of other....

The journey itself is my home.

Not knowing the name of the tree,I stood in the floodof its sweet scent.

If I had the knackI'd sing likeCherry flakes falling

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

Why so scrawny, cat?Starving for fat fish or mice...Or backyard love?