The Flowers Of Others Are Red
The flowers of others are red.
The flowers of others are red.
Small things are lovable.
The taller the bamboo grows, the lower it bends.
There are formalities between the closest of friends.
When a girl in the teahouse smiles at you, look the other way.
When a bonsai stops growing, you know it’s dead.
There are no national frontiers to learning.
There is no escape from heaven’s web.
Time waits for no one.
Victims of the same disease have a lot to talk about.
The strong will protect the weak and, in return, the weak will serve the strong.
To teach is also to learn.