The present moment is the only aperture through which the soul can pass out of time into eternity, through which grace can pass out of eternity into the soul, and through which love can pass from one soul in time to another soul in time.

Words form the thread on which we string our experiences. [Therefore be careful how you interpret your life. Don't think or speak negatively lest your subconscious and others take you at your word and you are hung by your own tongue!]

We can't allow science to undo its own good work.

Wherever the choice has had to be made between the man of reason and the madman, the world has unhesitatingly followed the madman.

Try LSD, 100mg intramuscular... I thought so.

An ideal is merely the projection, on an enormously enlarged scale, of some aspect of personality.

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.