Tea...is a religion of the art of life.
In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
Tea began as a medicine and grew into a beverage.
Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.
The ancient sages never put their teachings in a systematic form. They spoke in paradoxes, for they were afraid of uttering half-truths. They began by talking like fools and ended by making their hearers wise.
Tea is a work of art and needs a master hand to bring out its noblest qualities. We have good and bad teas, as we have good and bad paintings - generally the latter.