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.

It's remarkable how we go on year after year, doing the same old things. We get tired and bored, and ask when they'll come for us

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

Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.

People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.

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

A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.