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.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

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

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

Most people believe the mind to be a mirror, more or less accurately reflecting the world outside them, not realizing on the contrary that the mind is itself the principal element of creation.

It sometimes strikes me how immensely fortunate I am that each day should take its place in my life, either reddened with the rising and setting sun, or refreshingly cool with deep, dark clouds, or blooming like a white flower in the moonlight. What untold wealth!

The potentiality of perfection outweighs actual contradictions... Existence in itself is here to prove that it cannot be an evil.