Cares melt when you kneel in your garden.

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

In the worship of Bacchus, we have sacrificed too freely.... Why not consecrate ourselves to the queen of the Camelias, and revel in the warm stream of sympathy that flows from her altar? In the liquid amber within the ivory-porcelain, the initiated may touch the sweet reticence of Confucius.

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.

Cares melt when you kneel in your garden.

Perfection is everywhere if we only choose to recognise it.