“There once was this Zen master sitting on a small stone bench, studying his small Japanese rock garden...
There are only five rocks in the master's garden. Each was chosen for its individual perfection, as well as its unique relationship to the other stones. One day a visitor comes to the garden. The visitor steps slowly around the tiny space, contemplating the rake-grooved gravel and the stones. Eventually the visitor turns to the Zen master and exclaims, "It is perfect." The Zen master shakes his head solemnly and says, "No, it will be perfect when there are only three stones."”
“The reason Martin studied Japanese is because orchestra members teased him that he was illiterate in seven languages. He knew a little bit of French; he knew a little bit of Russian; he knew a little bit of Italian, but none well at all. They teased him, so he studied Japanese, because it was the hardest language.”