It is useless to talk with those who do not understand one and troublesome to talk with those who criticize from a feeling of superiority. Especially one-sided persons are troublesome. Few are accomplished in many arts and most cling narrowly to their own opinion.

Murasaki Shikibu

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Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams. by Murasaki Shikibu

Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams.

Murasaki Shikibu

real dark dream

There is more here than meets the eye. by Murasaki Shikibu

There is more here than meets the eye.

Murasaki Shikibu

eye appearance

No art or learning is to be pursued halfheartedly...and any art worth learning will certainly reward more or less generously the effort made to study it.

Murasaki Shikibu

rewards effort art

Beauty without colour seems somehow to belong to another world. by Murasaki Shikibu

Beauty without colour seems somehow to belong to another world.

Murasaki Shikibu

crayon colour world

There is a tendency among men as well as women ... so soon as they have acquired a little knowledge of some kind, to want to display it to the best advantage.

Murasaki Shikibu

want littles men

The memories of long love gather like drifting snow, poignant as the mandarin ducks who float side by side in sleep.

Murasaki Shikibu

first-love sleep memories

It is in general the unexplored that attracts us. by Murasaki Shikibu

It is in general the unexplored that attracts us.

Murasaki Shikibu

unexplored adventure

One ought not to be unkind to a woman merely on account of her plainness, any more than one had a right to take liberties with her merely because she was handsome

Murasaki Shikibu

handsome accounts liberty

Who has told you that the fruit belies the flower? For the fruit you have not tasted, and the flower you know but by report.

Murasaki Shikibu

reports fruit flower

How strange a thing is the heart of man! by Murasaki Shikibu

How strange a thing is the heart of man!

Murasaki Shikibu

strange heart men

farewell' is a monster among words, and never yet sounded kindly... by Murasaki Shikibu

farewell' is a monster among words, and never yet sounded kindly in any ear.

Murasaki Shikibu

farewell ears monsters

A night of endless dreams, inconsequent and wild, is this my life; none more worth telling than the rest.

Murasaki Shikibu

endless dream night

I have a theory of my own about what the art of the novel is, and how it came into being....It happens because the storyteller's own experience...has moved him to an emotion so passionate that he can no longer keep it shut up in his heart.

Murasaki Shikibu

passionate writing art

People who do not get into scrapes are a great deal less interest... by Murasaki Shikibu

People who do not get into scrapes are a great deal less interesting than those who do.

Murasaki Shikibu

deals people interesting

Though the body moves, the soul may stay behind. by Murasaki Shikibu

Though the body moves, the soul may stay behind.

Murasaki Shikibu

body soul moving

There are as many sorts of women as there are women. by Murasaki Shikibu

There are as many sorts of women as there are women.

Murasaki Shikibu

In few people is discretion stronger than the desire to tell a go... by Murasaki Shikibu

In few people is discretion stronger than the desire to tell a good story.

Murasaki Shikibu

gossip truth people

Old age is a disease from which there is no recovery but the old nun's recent attack had certainly been brought on chiefly by the fatigue of so much travelling.

Murasaki Shikibu

recovery age travel

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all nig... by Murasaki Shikibu

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

Murasaki Shikibu

voice tears night

Autumn is no time to lie alone by Murasaki Shikibu

Autumn is no time to lie alone

Murasaki Shikibu

autumn lying