Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.

Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.

But a haiku by Buson came into his mind: 'I try to forget this senile love; a chilly autumn shower.' The gloom only grew denser.

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

Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.

The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?