Bushido: The Soul of Japan
Bushidō, literally meaning "the way of the warrior," is a Japanese word for the way of life for the samurai, loosely analogous to the Eastern concept of chivalry. This book seeks to expound this concept and its impact on the culture and development of Japan throughout their history.
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Page 172 - Never, never more shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom. The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is gone!
Page 114 - Thus, when Heaven is about to confer a great office on any man, it first exercises his mind with suffering, and his sinews and bones with toil. It exposes his body to hunger, and subjects him to extreme poverty. It confounds his undertakings. By all these methods it stimulates his mind, hardens his nature, and supplies his incompetencies.
Page 8 - I found, in brief, that all great nations learned their truth of word, and strength of thought, in war; that they were nourished in war, and wasted by 1 peace; taught by war, and deceived by peace; trained by war, and betrayed by peace ; — in a word, that they were born in war, and expired in peace.
Page 21 - How lamentable is it to neglect the path and not pursue it, to lose this mind and not know to seek it again ! 3. " When men's fowls and dogs are lost, they know to seek for them again, but they lose their mind, and do not know to seek for it. 4. " The great end of learning is nothing else but to seek for the lost mind.
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Page 84 - Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot. My life thou shalt command, but not my shame : The one my duty owes ; but my fair name (Despite of death, that lives upon my grave) To dark dishonor's use thou shalt not have.
Page 8 - I tell you that war is the foundation of all the arts, I mean also that it is the foundation of all the high virtues and faculties of men. It is very strange to me to discover this; and very dreadful — but I saw it to be quite an undeniable fact. The common notion that peace and the virtues of civil life flourished together, I found to be wholly untenable. Peace and the vices of civil life only flourish together. We talk of peace...
Page 109 - I, and I alone, unwarrantably gave the order to fire on the foreigners at Kobe, and again as they tried to escape. For this crime I disembowel myself, and I beg you who are present to do me the honour of witnessing the act.
Page 110 - ... watching his every movement, sprang to his feet, poised his sword for a second in the air ; there was a flash, a heavy, ugly thud, a crashing fall ; with one blow the head had been severed from the body. A dead silence followed, broken only by the hideous noise of the blood throbbing out of the inert heap before us, which but a moment before had been a brave and chivalrous man. It was horrible.
Page 110 - ... the left-hand side, he drew the dirk slowly across to the right side, and, turning it in the wound, gave a slight cut upwards. During this sickeningly painful operation he never moved a muscle of his face. When he drew out the dirk, he leaned forward and stretched out his neck ; an expression of pain for the first time crossed his face, but he uttered no sound. At that moment the...