When tea becomes ritual, it takes place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things.

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

Beautiful things should belong to beautiful souls.

As always, I am saved by the inability of living creatures to believe anything that might cause the walls of their little mental assumptions to crumble.

If you want to heal Heal others And smile or weep At this very happy reversal of fate

Yes, our eyes may perceive, yet they do not observe; they may believe, yet they do not question; they may receive yet they do not search: they are emptied of desire, with neither hunger nor passion.

We musn't forget old people with their rotten bodies, old people who are so close to death, something that young people don't want to think about. We musn't forget that our bodies decline, friends die, everyone forgets about us, and the end is solitude. Nor must we forget that these old people were young once, that a lifespan is pathetically short, that one day you're twenty and the next day you're eighty.