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

In my young days I praised the master whose pictures I liked, but as my judgment matured I praised myself for liking what the masters had chosen to have me like.

Tea ... is a religion of the art of life.

We classify too much and enjoy too little.

In joy or sadness flowers are our constant friends.

ينطوي الشاي على سحر خفي يجعله لا يقاوم ويمنحه القدرة على إسباغ الإحساس بالمثالية . فالشاي ينأى بنفسه عن غطرسة النبيذ ، وعن غرور القهوة ، وعن البراءة المتكلفة في نبتة الكاكاو ..