The Universe is the game of the self, which plays hide and seek forever and ever.

I want ... to consort with people whose emotions are not ... cold and standoffish.

We are at war between consciousness and nature, between the desire for permanence and the fact of flux. It is ourself against ourselves.

The more a thing tends to be permanent, the more it tends to be lifeless.

It's so important to consider this question: What do I desire?

The idea of the Universe being ruled by that marvelous old gentleman, is no longer plausible. It isn't that anybody has disproved it, but it just somehow doesn't go with the vast infinitude of the Universe.

Religion is not a department of life; it is something that enters into the whole of it.