farewell' is a monster among words, and never yet sounded kindly in any ear.

In a certain reign there was a lady not of the first rank whom the emperor loved more than any of the others. The grand ladies with high ambitions thought her a presumptuous upstart, and lesser ladies were still more resentful. Everything she did offended someone.

The memories of long love gather like drifting snow, poignant as the mandarin ducks who float side by side in sleep.

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

One ought not to be unkind to a woman merely on account of her plainness, any more than one had a right to take liberties with her merely because she was handsome

Though the body moves, the soul may stay behind.

Some ... have imagined that by arousing a baseless suspicion in the mind of the beloved we can revive a waning devotion. But this experiment is very dangerous. Those who recommend it are confident that so long as resentment is groundless one need only suffer it in silence and all will soon be well. I have observed however that this is by no means the case.