Kjoto

“In the great cities we see so little of the world, upadamo u našu manjinu. In the little towns and villages there are no minorities; ljudi nisu dovoljno brojni. Morate vidjeti svijet tamo, perforce. Svaki čovjek je za sebe klasa; svaki sat nosi svoj novi izazov. When you pass the inn at the end of the village you leave your favourite whimsy behind you; jer nećete sresti nikoga ko to može podijeliti. Slušamo elokventan govor, čitati knjige i pisati ih, srediti sve poslove svemira. Glupo seosko mnoštvo prolazi nepromjenjivo; the feel of the spade in the hand is no different for all our talk: dobra i loša godišnja doba prate jedno drugo kao i od davnina. The dumb multitudes are no more concerned with us than is the old horse peering through the rusty gate of the village pound. The ancient map-makers wrote across unexplored regions, „Evo lavova.’ Across the villages of fishermen and turners of the earth, toliko su različiti od nas, možemo napisati samo jedan red koji je siguran, 'Evo duhova.’ (“Village Ghosts”)"
― W.B. Yeats, Keltski sumrak: Vila i folklor