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

Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.

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

In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.

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.

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.

It is not the accumulation of extraneous knowledge, but the realization of the self within, that constitutes true progress.

Cares melt when you kneel in your garden.

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

Perfection is everywhere if we only choose to recognise it.

You can never get enough of what you really don't want. Identify what it is you're actually craving. This will save Time, Energy and Resources.

I mulled over what he had told me as I savored the Scotch. Not bad, really — like a beer that’s been in a brawl.

My dad's not here, but he's watching in heaven.

Cows scream louder than carrots.

In order to dance well, nothing is so important as the turning outwards of the thigh; and nothing is so natural to men as the contrary position.

I think it was the right decision to disarm Saddam Hussein. And when the president made the decision, I supported him, and I support the fact that we did disarm him.

Grown people with rational minds somehow do not know what's best for them.

I often find myself writing about people taking care of each other, or trying to. And often seem to write about situations that are too big for the characters.

To deride the hope of progress is the ultimate fatuity, the last word in poverty of spirit and meanness of mind.

IMDB's not the most accurate. Even my birth place and my age are wrong there.