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.

We can never flee the misery that is within us.

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