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.

The woman was silent, her eyes on the floor. Shimamura had come to a point where he knew he was only parading his masculine shamelessness, and yet it seemed likely enough that the woman was familiar with the failing and need not be shocked by it. He looked at her. Perhaps it was the rich lashes of the downcast eyes that made her face seem warm and sensuous. She shook her head very slightly, and again a faint blush spread over her face.

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

Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.

The winter moon becomes a companion, the heart of the priest, sunk in meditation upon religion and philosophy, there in the mountain hall, is engaged in a delicate interplay and exchange with the moon; and it is this of which the poet sings.

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.

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