A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only thing he would regret leaving was the sky.
From Kenko Yoshida
To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare.
The truth is at the beginning of anything and its end are alike touching.
Leave undone whatever you hesitate to do.
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