Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.

Why do we people in churches seem like cheerful, brainless tourists on a packaged tour of the Absolute?

The mind wants the world to return its love, or its awareness; the mind wants to know all the world, and all eternity, and God.

What I call innocence is the spirit's unself-conscious state at any moment of pure devotion to any object. It is at once a receptiveness and total concentration.

Then why did you tell me?

Caring passionately about something isn't against nature, and it isn't against human nature. It's what we're here to do.

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.