The critics don't interest me because they're concerned with what's past and done, while I'm concerned with what comes next.

Art and religion, carnivals and saturnalia, dancing and listening to oratory - all these have served, in H. G. Wells's phrase, as Doors in the Wall.

By comparison with a night-club, churches are positively gay.

Both of us victims of the same twentieth-century plague. Not the Black Death, this time; the Gray Life.

Man's life on earth has only one end and purpose: to identify himself with his eternal Self and so to come to unitive knowledge of the Divine Ground.

To be a fool at the right time is also an art.

Science in itself is morally neutral; it becomes good or evil according as it is applied.