The sounds of the tea being made invite the peach blossoms to peep in through the window. – Uson, quoted in Sasaki Sanmi, Sadô Saijiki
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… – Okakura KakuzÅ