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.

Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.

Never give up; for even rivers someday wash dams away.

Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.

I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.