Advice to Young Poets Never pretend to be a unicorn by sticking a plunger on your head.

To risk life to save a smile on a face of a woman or a child is the secret of chivalry.

With people you can never tell, Will they have changed when next we meet? But here in my dear old home at least, The plums still smell as sweet. / 人はいさ 心も知らず ふるさとは 花ぞ昔の 香ににほひける

The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.

Because I had already resolved that if you're afraid of love, your heart will break anyway, only in not half so nice a fashion as it does when you let somebody love you.

Falsehoods not only disagree with truths, but usually quarrel among themselves.

I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.

You can’t just want to die. You have to live it.

The contradictions are what make human behavior so maddening and yet so fascinating, all at the same time.

When you end up happily married, even the failed relationships have worked beautifully to get you there.

I am no dummy, mate, that's for sure.