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

In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.

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

For life is an expression, our unconscious actions the constant betrayal of our innermost thought. Perhaps we reveal ourselves too much in small things because we have so little of the great to conceal. The tiny incidents of daily rouitine are as much a commentary of racial ideas as the highest flight of philosophy or poetry.

Fain would we remain barbarians, if our claim to civilization were to be based on the gruesome glory of war.

Tea is more than an idealization of the form of drinking; it is a religion of the art of life.

Cares melt when you kneel in your garden.