Passion can quickly slip to jealousy, or even hatred.
Never give up; for even rivers someday wash dams away.
Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.
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.
As an American man of the 1990s writing about a Japanese woman of the 1930s, I needed to cross three cultural divides - man to woman, American to Japanese, and present to past.