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You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.

I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.

In Ireland, you go to someone's house, and she asks you if you want a cup of tea. You say no, thank you, you're really just fine. She asks if you're sure. You say of course you're sure, really, you don't need a thing. Except they pronounce it ting. You don't need a ting. Well, she says then, I was going to get myself some anyway, so it would be no trouble. Ah, you say, well, if you were going to get yourself some, I wouldn't mind a spot of tea, at that, so long as it's no trouble and I can give you a hand in the kitchen. Then you go through the whole thing all over again until you both end up in the kitchen drinking tea and chatting. In America, someone asks you if you want a cup of tea, you say no, and then you don't get any damned tea. I liked the Irish way better.

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. It is essentially a worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish something possible in this impossible thing we know as life.

In the liquid amber within the ivory porcelain, the initiated may touch the sweet reticence of Confucius, the piquancy of Laotse, and the ethereal aroma of Sakyamuni himself.

Okay, this is the wisdom. First, time spent on reconnaissanse is never wasted. Second, almost anything can be improved with the addition of bacon. And finally, there is no problem on Earth that can't be ameliorated by a hot bath and a cup of tea.

Some people will tell you there is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea.

Fidelity is a living, breathing entity. On wobbly footing, it can wander, becoming something different entirely.

There are few nicer things than sitting up in bed, drinking strong tea, and reading.

If life is a cup of tea, gratitude is the honey that makes it sweet.

After lunch - one short nap: On waking up - two cups of tea. Raising my head, I see the sun's light Once again slanting to the south-west. Those who are happy regret the shortness of the day; Those who are sad tire of the year's sloth. But those whose hearts are devoid of joy or sadness Just go on living, regardless of 'short' or 'long'. -After Lunch

While there is tea, there is hope.

Writing is a job, a talent, but it's also the place to go in your head. It is the imaginary friend you drink your tea with in the afternoon.

I still encourage anyone who feels at all compelled to write to do so. I just try to warn people who hope to get published that publication is not all it is cracked up to be. But writing is. Writing has so much to give, so much to teach, so many surprises. That thing you had to force yourself to do---the actual act of writing---turns out to be the best part. It's like discovering that while you thought you needed the tea ceremony for the caffeine, what you really needed was the tea ceremony. The act of writing turns out to be its own reward.

Tea is slow. In growing. In drinking. In enjoying. It makes sense. Good things take time.

(Speaking of art): In leaving something unsaid the beholder is given a chance to complete the idea and thus a great masterpiece irresistably rivets your attention until you seem to become actually a part of it.

Green Tea; a BITTER way to feeling BETTER.

The proper, wise balancing of one's whole life may depend upon the feasibility of a cup of tea at an unusual hour.

People drink democracy in a glass of tea but night falls, again.

People drink democracy in a glass of tea but night falls, again.