Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing.

We Don't Become Geisha Because We Want Our Lives To Be Happy; We Become Geisha Because We Have No Choice.

The Prettiest Of Them All Is A Girl Who Is Pretty On The Inside.

Autobiography, If There Really Is Such A Thing, Is Like Asking A Rabbit To Tell Us What He Looks Like Hopping Through The Grasses Of The Field. How Would He Know? If We Want To Hear About The Field On The Other Hand, No One Is In A Better Circumstance To Tell Us-so Long As We Keep In Mind That We Are Missing All Those Things The Rabbit Was In No Position To Observe.

Never Give Up; For Even Rivers Someday Wash Dams Away.

An En Is A Karmic Bond Lasting A Lifetime. Nowadays Many People Seem To Believe Their Lives Are Entirely A Matter Of Choice; But In My Day We Viewed Ourselves As Pieces Of Clay That Forever Show The Fingerprints Of Everyone Who Has Touched Them.