I want to dedicate myself to training and discipline. I want to spend every moment of every day working to improve myself.

Danger was the grindstone on which the swordsman whetted his spirit. Enemies were teachers in disguise.

it is easy to surpass a predecessor, but difficult to avoid being surpassed by a successor.

Every act is an expression of one's self.

Enemies were teachers in disguise.

Fighting isn't all there is to the Art of War. The men who think that way, and are satisfied to have food to eat and a place to sleep, are mere vagabonds. A serious student is much more concerned with training his mind and disciplining his spirit than with developing martial skills.

The bitter winds in February were sometimes called the First East Winds, but the longing for spring somehow made them seem more piercing.