An artist is a person who lives in the triangle which remains after the angle which we may call common sense has been removed from this four-cornered…

- Soseki Natsume

On a charcoal kiln a vine keeps climbing, while being burned to death.

- Soseki Natsume

The artist, even when he imitates nature, always feels himself to be not a slave but a demigod.

- Soseki Natsume

Into the field of Yellow flowers The red setting sun!

- Soseki Natsume

Loneliness is the price we have to pay for being born in this modern age, so full of freedom, independence, and our own egotistical selves.

- Soseki Natsume

From this observed behavior a major psychological truth about this race of forked destroyers may be deduced: that, just as nature abhors a vacuum, "m…

- Soseki Natsume

London is a city that offers all kinds of temptations, and whenever I go for a walk I discover things that I would like to bring back as souvenirs. B…

- Soseki Natsume

Some say that life has no form, that it is extremely diffuse. I think I can agree with them. ... A life without conclusions is painful.

- Soseki Natsume

I believe that words uttered in passion contain a greater living truth than do those words which express thoughts rationally conceived. It is blood t…

- Soseki Natsume