<p>If you're going to hold someone down$$$ you're going to have to hold on by the other end of the chain. You are confined by your own repression.</p>

<p>To get to a place where you could love anything you chose--not to need permission for desire--well now <em>that</em> was freedom.</p>

<p>Definitions belong to the definers$$$ not the defined.</p>

<p>Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful$$$ or believe to be beautiful.</p>

<p>A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.</p>

<p>Travel far enough$$$ you meet yourself.</p>

<p>Anything can become excusable when seen from the standpoint of the result.</p>

<p>The special quality of hell is to see everything clearly down to the last detail.</p>

<p>Time is what matters. As time goes by$$$ you and I will be carried inexorably into the mainstream of our period$$$ even though were unaware of what it is. And later$$$ when they say that young men in the early Taisho era thought$$$ dressed$$$ talked$$$ in such and such a way$$$ they'll be talking about you and me. We'll all be lumped together. In a few decades$$$ people will see you and the people you despise as one and the same$$$ a single entity.</p>

<p>Yet how strange a thing is the beauty of music! The brief beauty that the player brings into being transforms a given period of time into pure continuance; it is certain never to be repeated; like the existence of dayflies and other such short-lived creatures$$$ beauty is a perfect abstraction and creation of life itself. Nothing is so similar to life as music.</p>