Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.
Yoshida KenkoIf life were eternal, all interest and anticipation would vanish. It is uncertainty which lends it fascination.
Yoshida KenkoThe hour of death waits for no order. Death does not even come from the front. It is ever pressing on from behind. All men know of death, but they do not expect it of a sudden, and it comes upon them unawares. So, though the dry flats extend far out, soon the tide comes and floods the beach.
Yoshida KenkoIt is a most wonderful comfort to sit alone beneath a lamp, book spread before you, and commune with someone from the past whom you have never met.
Yoshida Kenko