Though the body moves, the soul may stay behind.

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

It is in general the unexplored that attracts us.

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

There are as many sorts of women as there are women.

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.

No art or learning is to be pursued halfheartedly...and any art worth learning will certainly reward more or less generously the effort made to study it.