The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms.

She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

The world might be mean, but people don't have to be.

人は誰でも、自分だけの物語を持っている。それがどんなに小さな物語でも、大切なものだ。