Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.

But, drawn to her at that moment, he felt a quiet like the voice of the rain flow over him. He knew well enough that for her it was in fact no waste of effort, but somehow the final determination that it was had the effect of distilling and purifying the woman's existence.

A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.

They were words that came out of nothing, but they seemed to him somehow significant. He muttered them over again.

From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.

I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.

The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night.