We None Of Us Find As Much

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

Nothing In Life Is Ever As Simple As We Imagine.

At The Temple There Is A Poem Called "loss" Carved Into The Stone. It Has Three Words, But The Poet Has Scratched Them Out. You Cannot Read Loss, Only Feel It.

My Tears Simply Broke Through The Fragile Wallthat Had Held Them, And With A Terrible Feeling Of Shame, I Laid My Head Upon The Table And Let Them Drain Out Of Me.

Geisha Is Always Called Beautiful Even If She Is Not.