I open the book I'm currently reading and find this: He who works with his hands is a laborer. He who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman. He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist.

Tea drinking is a liturgy of comfort, and we partake of it everywhere in the world. It’s a ceremony of simplicity, nourishment for both the nomads in foreign teahouses and homebodies in their beds.

You live in a world of noise,' Nora says. 'Your work is noisy. Your home life with three kids is noisy. God speaks to us best in silence, in nooks and crannies when we're willing to ignore the cacophony.

Too many good ideas are overwhelming, and they can keep us from doing anything at all.