Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the light of joy, the shadow of sadness. The masterpiece is of ourselves, as we are of the masterpiece.
We take refuge in pride, because we are afraid to tell the truth to ourselves.
In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
Tea began as a medicine and grew into a beverage.
Friends are flowers in life's garden.
Tea...is a religion of the art of life.