I felt a joy in my heart, which seemed filled with love, love for the sun, the snow, the wind and the hills, love for everything around me. It was in this mood that I walked down the snow-covered path dotted with black footprints. Further down the footprints mingled and made dirty little puddles. I picked my way over the thickest snow because I loved the crunching of snow underfoot. With the sunlight pouring down and a breeze in my face I felt that balmy spring was coming to meet me.

Victory is for them, not for us. We have not made profit out of our country's misfortune. Victory does not bring us luck.

You have your thoughts and I have mine. This is the fact and you can't change it even if you kill me.

He had never disagreed with anyone in his life, no matter how unfairly they may have treated him. He preferred to swallow his tears, suppress his anger and bit…

it's spring when the world is puddle-wonderful

Sweet is the breath of vernal shower, The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet The still small voice of gratitude.

I know the joy of fishes in the river through my own joy, as I go walking along the same river.