Beautiful things should belong to beautiful souls.
When tea becomes ritual, it takes place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things.
The only purpose of cats is that they constitute mobile decorative objects.
But the world, in its present state, is no place for princesses.
Just as teardrops, when they are large and round and compassionate, can leave a long strand washed clean of discord, the summer rain as it washes away the motionless dust can bring to a person's soul something like endless breathing.
Moments like this act as magical interludes, placing our hearts at the edge of our souls: fleetingly, yet intensely, a fragment of eternity has come to enrich time...When tea becomes ritual, it takes its place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things.