Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.

The truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.

What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?

All our efforts must tend towards light.

Life is the path you beat while you walk it It's the walking that beats the path It is not the path that makes the walk

Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.

The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.