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

Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.

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

Even if you have the wit to look by yourself in a bush away from the other children, there are not many bell crickets in the world. Probably you will find a girl like a grasshopper whom you think is a bell cricket.And finally, to your clouded, wounded heart, even a true bell cricket will seem like a grasshopper. Should that day come, when it seems to you that the world is only full of grasshoppers, I will think it a pity that you have no way to remember tonight's play of light, when your name was written in green by your beautiful lantern on a girl's breast.

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

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

A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.