All who have achieved excellence in art possess one thing in common; that is, a mind to be one with nature, throughout the seasons.
He who creates three to five haiku poems during a lifetime is a haiku poet. He who attains to completes ten is a master.
The haiku that reveals seventy to eighty percent of its subject is good. Those that reveal fifty to sixty percent, we never tire of.
The fact that Saigyo composed a poem that begins, "I shall be unhappy without loneliness," shows that he made loneliness his master.
Who mourns makes grief his master. Who drinks makes pleasure his master.
Seek not the paths of the ancients; Seek that which the ancients sought.
There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; There is nothing you can think that is not the moon.
Travelling, sick My dreams roam On a withered moor.
Sick on a journey over parched fields dreams wander on.
How still it is! Stinging into the stones, The locusts' trill.
The summer grasses Of brave soldiers' dreams The aftermath.
The passing of spring The birds weep and in the eyes Of fish there are tears.