Okakura Kakuzo Quotes
-
Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their colour; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the light of joy, the shadow of sadness. The masterpiece is of ourselves, as we are of the masterpiece.
-
Tea began as a medicine and grew into a beverage.
-
The art of life lies in a constant readjustment to our surroundings.
-
Tea is more than an idealization of the form of drinking; it is a religion of the art of life.
-
In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.
-
Tea...is a religion of the art of life.
-
The ancient sages never put their teachings in a systematic form. They spoke in paradoxes, for they were afraid of uttering half-truths. They began by talking like fools and ended by making their hearers wise.
-
Friends are flowers in life's garden.
-
True beauty could be discovered only by one who mentally complete the incomplete.
-
Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. The afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of the pines is heard in our kettle. Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.
-
A garden is a friend you can visit any time.
-
In Japan, I took part in a tea ceremony. You go into a small room, tea is served, and that's it really, except that everything is done with so much ritual and ceremony that a banal daily event is transformed into a moment of communion with the universe.
-
The art of today is that which really belongs to us: it is our own reflection. In condemning it we but condemn ourselves.
-
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.
-
The canvas upon which the artist paints is the spectator's mind.
-
It is not the accumulation of extraneous knowledge, but the realization of the self within, that constitutes true progress.
-
Tea with us became more than an idealisation of the form of drinking; it is a religion of the art of life. The beverage grew to be an excuse for the worship of purity and refinement, a sacred function at which the host and guest joined to produce for that occasion the utmost beatitude of the mundane.
-
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.
-
Translation is always a treason, and as a Ming author observes, can at its best be only the reverse side of a brocade- all the threads are there, but not the subtlety of colour or design.
-
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.
-
The outsider may indeed wonder at this seeming much ado about nothing. What a tempest in a tea-cup! he will say. But when we consider how small after all the cup of human enjoyment is, how soon overflowed with tears, how easily drained to the dregs in our quenchless thirst for infinity, we shall not blame ourselves for making so much of the tea-cup.
-
Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.
-
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.