Whatever we treasure for ourselves separates us from others; our possessions are our limitations.

Truth looks tawdry when she is overdressed.

A dewdrop is a perfect integrity that has no filial memory of its parentage.

The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.

Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings. I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my little child. How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh his merits against his faults? When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my being. When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him. I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may chastise who loves.

Those who draw their sustenance from science are blessed. It is for me to only derive an occasional pleasure. This is nothing worthy of conceit, but I am indeed touched by the joys. This book is an ode to such joys, a digest of my collections from various sources.

Languages are jealous sovereigns, and passports are rarely allowed for travellers to cross their strictly guarded borders.