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

Perfection is everywhere if we only choose to recognise it.

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.

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

Friends are flowers in life's garden.

Cares melt when you kneel in your garden.

We take refuge in pride, because we are afraid to tell the truth to ourselves.