Glory, As Anyone Knows, Is Bitter Stuff.

Quite Possibly, What I Call Happiness May Coincide With What Others Call The Moment Of Imminent Danger

It Is A Rather Risky Matter To Discuss A Happiness That Has No Need Of Words.

All My Life I Have Been Acutely Aware Of A Contradiction In The Very Nature Of My Existence. For Forty-five Years I Struggled To Resolve This Dilemma By Writing Plays And Novels. The More I Wrote, The More I Realized Mere Words Were Not Enough. So I Found Another Form Of Expression.

He Was In A Room Of The Gesshuuji, Which He Had Thought It Would Be Impossible To Visit. The Approach Of Death Had Made The Visit Easy, Had Unloosed The Weight That Held Him In The Depths Of Being. It Was Even A Comfort To Think, From The Light Repose The Struggle Up The Hill Had Brought Him, That Kiyoaki, Struggling Against Illness Up That Same Road, Had Been Given Wings To Soar With By The Denial That Awaited Him.

If We Look On Idly, Heaven And Earth Will Never Be Joined. To Join Heaven And Earth, Some Decisive Deed Of Purity Is Necessary. To Accomplish So Resolute An Action, You Have To Stake Your Life, Giving No Thought To Personal Gain Or Loss.