A garden is a friend you can visit any time.

Tea began as a medicine and grew into a beverage.

Teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existence. It inculcates purity and harmony, the mystery of mutual charity, the romanticism of the social order.

Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. The afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of the pines is heard in our kettle. Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.

Those who cannot feel the littleness of great things in themselves are apt to overlook the greatness of little things in others.

The art of life lies in a constant readjustment to our surroundings.

A garden is a friend you can visit any time.