With some people there is such a thing as the habit of betrayal.

Strange are the ways of history, where no single thing abides, but all things flow into each other, fragment to fragment clinging.

The rice bowl is to me the most valid reason in the world for doing anything. A piece of one's soul to the multitudes in return for rice and wine does not seem to me a sacrilege.

It is the illusion of all lovers to think themselves unique and their words immortal.

There is nothing stronger in the world than gentleness.

People never think about words, they only feel them.

And there is not anything in the world stronger than tenderness.