Yukio MishimaThinkers

Artist is marked by a combination of serenity and gloom, of physical health and some physiomental ill health.

Beauty attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.

Beauty burns the hand when one touches it.

Captivity is utterly destructive. When a captive lion steps out of his cage, he comes into a wider world than the lion who has known only the wilds. While he was in captivity, there were only two worlds for him - the world of the cage, and the world outside the cage. Now he is free. He roars. He attacks people. He eats them. Yet he is not satisfied, for there is no third world that is neither the world of the cage nor the world outside the cage.

The Cicada 1s 2ntiring cry pierces the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.

Cruelty is never born of the suffering of others (which makes one's spirit delicate, bright, peaceful), rather, it always comes into being on a beautiful spring afternoon when one is vaguely watching the sun as it peeps through the leaves of the trees above a well-mown lawn.

Curiosity is without virtue and might in fact be the most immoral desire a man can possess.

Death is no longer every heroic in our age.

Decadence , in earnest, gives life force as nothing else does. It makes one alert as nothing else does.

Eternity is impossible to touch with one hand and touch life with the other.