“Nothing can resist the person who smiles at life.”

When death comes, all we can do is to surrender ourselves completely to the domination and guidance of God.

No other substance but this could have produced the human molecule.

Love is an adventure and a conquest. It survives and develops, like the universe itself, only by perpetual discovery.

Being happy is a matter of personal taste.

Man the individual consoles himself for his passing with the thought of the offspring or the works which he leaves behind.

Regarded zoologically, man is today an almost isolated figure in nature. In his cradle, he was less isolated.

For ideas to prevail, many of their defenders have to die in obscurity. Their anonymous influence makes itself felt.

He that will believe only what he can fully comprehend must have a long head or a very short creed.

Morality arose largely as an empirical defence of the individual and society.

I greatly enjoyed the Hawaiian Islands. They are a real little paradise in spite of the influx of Americans who have made it one of their most pleasant ‘centers of resort’.

The world is round so that friendship may encircle it.

At the age when other children, I imagine, experience their first ‘feeling’ for a person, or for art, or for religion, I was affectionate, good, and even pious: by that I mean that under the influence of my mother, I was devoted to the Child Jesus.

Certain though I am – and ever more certain – that I must press on in life as though Christ awaited me at the term of the universe, at the same time I feel no special assurance of the existence of Christ. Believing is not seeing. As much as anyone, I imagine, I walk in the shadows of faith.

Deep down, there is in the substance of the cosmos a primordial disposition, sui generis, for self-arrangement and self-involution.

We have but one permanent home: heaven – that’s still the old truth that we always have to re-learn – and it’s only through the impact of sad experiences that we assimilate it.

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.

Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself.

If you look at everything straight on, there is nothing to be afraid of.

That narrow stretch of sand knows nothing in the world better than it does the white waves that whip it , caress it , collapse on to it .

Things derive their being and nature by mutual dependence and are nothing in themselves.

If I were to write anything at all, it would turn out to be nothing but talk about movies. In other words, take ‘myself,’ subtract ‘movies,’ and the result is ‘zero.’

In my family, there were Kei and Minoru and then there were the rest. Everyone in my family is very opinionated and everyone tried to join the debate. But by the time my turn came, there was nothing left to say.

They often reveal much about themselves in a very straightforward way. I am certain that I did. There is nothing that says more about its creator than the work itself.

There is nothing that says more about its creator than the work itself.