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

Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.

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

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

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.

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

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.