“Behold how this drop of seawaterhas taken so many forms and names;it has existed as mist, cloud, rain, dew, and mud,then plant, animal, and Perfect man;and yet it was a drop of waterfrom which these things appeared.Even so this universe of reason, soul, heavens, and bodies,was but a drop of water in its beginning and ending....When a wave strikes it, the world vanishes;and when the appointed time comes to heaven and stars,their being is lost in not being.”

“No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure. Happiness is a glory shining far down upon us out of Heaven. She is a divine dew which the soul, on certain of its summer mornings, feels dropping upon it from the amaranth bloom and golden fruitage of Paradise.”

“He wonders how so much water can resist the pull of so much gravity for the time it takes such pregnant clouds to form, he wonders about the moment the rain begins, the turn from forming to falling, that slight silent pause in the physics of the sky as the critical mass is reached, the hesitation before the first swollen drop hurtles fatly and effortlessly to the ground.”

“Imagine a great net spread across the universe. Each juncture is a “being,” and if we imagine that consciousness as a drop of dew, we can see that in each shining drop resides the reflection of every other drop on the net.”

“Like dew drops on a lotus leaf I vanish.”

“We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over.”