Fain would we remain barbarians, if our claim to civilization were to be based on the gruesome glory of war.

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.

Teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existence. It inculcates purity and harmony, the mystery of mutual charity, the romanticism of the social order.

A garden is a friend you can visit any time.

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

Perfection is everywhere if we only choose to recognise it.

Friends are flowers in life's garden.