... For such as truly love the world, a thousand years would fade like the dream of one night.

Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.

The true criminal must be defined as a man who commits a crime though he is as decently fed and clothed as others.

Though a man excels in everything, unless he has been a lover his life is lonely, and he may be likened to a jewelled cup which can contain no wine.

Life's most precious gift is uncertainty.

A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only thing he would regret leaving was the sky.

To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare.