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.
There is no coincidence in getting married.
Unspoken words are the flowers of silence.
There is no such thing as dirty clothes when it is cold.
When one dog barks for nothing, all other dogs bark in earnest.
There as many ways of making a living as seeds of grass.
Walls have ears, paper sliding doors have eyes.
The world is the world for the world.
What is good is not necessarily beautiful.