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.

With the exception of love, friendship and the beauty of Art, I don't see much else that can nurture human life.

Do you know that it is in your company that I have had my finest thoughts?

The real ordeal is not leaving those you love but learning to live without those who don't love you.

We don't recognize each other because other people have become our permanent mirrors. If we actually realized this, if we were able to become aware of the fact that we are only ever looking at ourselves in the other person, that we are alone in the wilderness, we would go crazy.

To beauty, all is forgiven, even vulgarity. Intelligence no longer seems an adequate compensation for things.

Some people are incapable of perceiving in the object of their contemplation the very thing that gives it its intrinsic life and breath, and they spend their entire lives conversing about mankind as if they were robots, and about things as though they have no soul and must be reduced to what can be said about them - all at the whim of their own subjective inspiration.