Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.

Here again, I saw life in all its noisy excitement passing me by.

Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.

We none of us find as much kindness in this world as we should.

What an unbearable sorrow it would be, to realized I'd never really tasted to things I'd eaten, or seen the places I'd been. What life would I have? I would be like the dancer who had practiced since childhood for a performance she would never give.

After all, when a stone is dropped into a pond, the water continues quivering even after the stone has sunk to the bottom.

A geisha has studied a man's moods and his seasons. She fusses and he blooms.