Tea with us became more than an idealisation of the form of drinking; it is a religion of the art of life. The beverage grew to be an excuse for the worship of purity and refinement, a sacred function at which the host and guest joined to produce for that occasion the utmost beatitude of the mundane.

Cares melt when you kneel in your garden.

It is not the accumulation of extraneous knowledge, but the realization of the self within, that constitutes true progress.

A garden is a friend you can visit any time.

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.

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

Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.