For the sword outwears its sheath, and the soul wears out the breast. >>
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin. >>
Oh Time! the beautifier of the dead, adorer of the ruin, comforter and >>
Life is but a game and we are the playthings of the gods. >>
We Japanese enjoy the small pleasures, not extravagance. I believe a m >>
Life is made of ever so many partings welded together. >>
It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.