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.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

Death's stamp gives value to the coin of life; making it possible to buy with life what is truly precious.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

The truth comes as conqueror only because we have lost the art of receiving it as guest.

We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.

Bees sip honey from flowers and hum their thanks when they leave. The gaudy butterfly is sure that the flowers owe thanks to him.