True beauty could be discovered only by one who mentally complete the incomplete.

Tea...is a religion of the art of life.

A garden is a friend you can visit any time.

True beauty could be discovered only by one who mentally complete the incomplete.

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.

In Japan, I took part in a tea ceremony. You go into a small room, tea is served, and that's it really, except that everything is done with so much ritual and ceremony that a banal daily event is transformed into a moment of communion with the universe.

Friends are flowers in life's garden.