There is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

I always fear that creation will expire before teatime. Thank God for tea! ~The Reverend Sidney Smith

Tea is the beverage of ceremonious people, and like the dense monsoon rains, it is both calming and stimulating, encouraging conversation and relaxation. Ideas and traditions steep slowly in its steamy transparence. ~Pascal Bruckner

Ecstasy is  a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth. ~Alexander Pushkin

Tea does our fancy aid, repress those vapours which the head invade and keeps the palace of the soul serene. ~Edmund Waller

Great love affairs start with champagne and end with tisane. ~Honore de Balzac

Tea is drunk to forget the din of the world. ~T’ien Yiheng

Come along inside…We’ll see if tea and buns can make the world a better place. ~Kenneth Grahame

For tea, though ridiculed by those who are naturally coarse in their nervous sensibilities, or are become so fine fro wine drinking and are not susceptible of influence from so refined a stimulant, will always be the favored beverage of the intellectual. ~Thomas De Quincy

He brewed his tea in a blue china pot, poured it into a chipped white cup with forget-me-nots on the handle, and dropped in a dollop of honey and cream. He sat by the window, cup in hand, watching the first snow fall. “I am,” he sighed deeply, “contented as a clam. I am a most happy man.” ~Ethel Pochocki

While there’s tea there’s hope. ~Sir Arthur Wing Pinero

Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. The afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, and soughing of the pines is hear in our kettle. Let us dream of evanescence and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things. ~Kakuzo Okahura

Better to be deprived of food for three days than tea for one. ~Chinese Proverb

On the hob was a little brass kettle, hissing and boiling; spread upon the floor was a warm, thick rug; before the fire was a folding-chair, unfolded and with cushions upon it, by the chair was a small folding-table, unfolded, covered with a white cloth, and upon it were spread small covered dishes, a cup and saucer, and a tea-pot; on the bed were new, warm coverings, a curious wadded silk robe and some books. The little, cold, miserable room seemed changed into Fairyland. It was actually warm and glowing. ~Frances Hodgson Burnett

My dear, if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head, I should better understand your affairs. ~Charles Dickens

It’s liquor is the sweetest dew from heaven. ~Lu Yu