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

In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.

A garden is a friend you can visit any time.

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

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.

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.