In our common parlance we speak of the man "with no tea" in him, when he is insusceptible to the serio-comic interests of the personal drama.

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

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

A garden is a friend you can visit any time.

Translation is always a treason, and as a Ming author observes, can at its best be only the reverse side of a brocade- all the threads are there, but not the subtlety of colour or design.

Friends are flowers in life's garden.

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