Never Give Up; For Even Rivers Someday

We Human Beings Have A Remarkable Way Of Growing Accustomed To Things.

You Know, The Men Go To Tea Houses With The Expectation That They Will Have A Nice Quiet Evening And Not Read About It The Next Morning In The Newspaper.

Hopes Are Like Hair Ornaments. Girls Want To Wear Too Many Of Them. When They Become Old Women They Look Silly Wearing Even One.

Sadness Was A Very Heavy Thing.

Friendship Is A Precious Thing, Sayuri. One Mustn't Throw It Away.