But what is after all the happiness of mere power? There is a greater happiness possible than to be lord of heaven and earth that is the happiness of being truly loved.

The Western poet and writer of romance has exactly the same kind of difficulty in comprehending Eastern subjects as you have in comprehending Western subjects.

All good work is done the way ants do things: Little by little.

Contemporary literature in the West has shown some signs of ethical change.

In order to comprehend the beauty of a Japanese garden, it is necessary to understand - or at least to learn to understand - the beauty of stone.

No man can possibly know what life means, what the world means, until he has a child and loves it. And then the whole universe changes and nothing will ever again seem exactly as it seemed before.

The proverbial philosophy of a people helps us to understand more about them than any other kind of literature.

To ancient Chinese fancy, the Milky Way was a luminous river, - the River of Heaven, - the Silver Stream.

A great many things which in times of lesser knowledge we imagined to be superstitious or useless, prove today on examination to have been of immense value to mankind.

Broad tolerance in the matter of beliefs is necessarily a part of the new ethics.

One thing is always wrong-always: to cause suffering in others for the purpose of gratifying one's own pleasures; that is everlastingly wrong.

You will know who truly loves you when you ask them to do an uncoventional favor.

Perhaps in time the so-called Dark Ages will be thought of as including our own.

Insurance - an ingenious modern game of chance in which the player is permitted to enjoy the comfortable conviction that he is beating the man who keeps the table.

A man who believes that he eats his God we do not call mad; yet, a man who says he is Jesus Christ, we call mad.

I like paper statements rather than relying on computers. I feel more in control if my account details and transactions are broken down on paper.

They haven't any spirit in them - no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn't one or the other-Lord! What is he but funk and precautions.

My pictures are made up of four or five colors that collide with one another.

So, then. You want a story and I will tell you one.

She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.