Every act is an expression of one's self.
The bitter winds in February were sometimes called the First East Winds, but the longing for spring somehow made them seem more piercing.
Not only must a warrior be strong with his bow, but he must have a heart full of pity for all living creatures.
To the courtiers flushed with wine, life was pleasure, and pleasure life.
Love was like a toothache.
The line between life and death is not thicker than an eyelid.