One Can't Live With One's Finger Everlastingly

A Task, Any Task, Undertaken In An Adventurous Spirit Acquires The Merit Of Romance.

The Moon Had Spread Over Everything A Thin Layer Of Silver - Over The Rank Grass, Over The Mud, Upon The Wall Of Matted Vegetation Standing Higher Than The Wall Of A Temple, Over The Great River I Could See Through A Sombre Gap Glittering, Glittering, As It Flowed Broadly By Without A Murmur. All This Was Great, Expectant, Mute, While The Man Jabbered About Himself.

The East Wind, An Interloper In The Dominions Of Westerly Weather, Is An Impassive-faced Tyrant With A Sharp Poniard Held Behind His Back For A Treacherous Stab.

Art Is Long And Life Is Short, And Success Is Very Far Off.

Nations It May Be Have Fashioned Their Governments, But The Governments Have Paid Them Back In The Same Coin.