A secret, if it’s kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance. - Yasunari Kawabata

The notes went out crystalline into the clean winter morning, to sound on the far, snowy peaks.

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...

That play of black upon white, white upon black, has the intent and takes the form of creative art. It has in it a flow of the spirit and a harmony of music. Everything is lost when suddenly a false note is struck, or one party in a duet suddenly launches forth on an eccentric flight of his own. A masterpiece of a game can be ruined by insensitivity to the feelings of an adversary.