When Death comes and whispers to me, Your days are ended, let me say to him, I have lived in love and not in mere time. He will ask, Will your songs remain? I shall say, I know not, but this I know, that often when I sang I found my eternity.
There, display and extravagance, in dress, in furniture, in costly entertainments, are startling. They seem to push you back into a corner, like a poor intruder at a feast; they are apt to make you envious, or take your breath away with amazement.
I shall not commit the grievous sin of losing faith in Man.
I do not for a moment suggest that Japan should be unmindful of acquiring modern weapons of self-protection. But this should never be allowed to go beyond her instinct of self-preservation. She must know that the real power is not in the weapons themselves, but in the man who wields those weapons.
Like the meeting of the seagulls and the waves we meet and come near. The seagulls fly off, the waves roll away and we depart.
The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.