It is so fatally easy to confuse an aesthetic appreciation of the spiritual life with the life itself-to dream that you have waked, washed, and dressed and then to find yourself still in bed.

Every poem can be considered in two ways--as what the poet has to say, and as a thing which he makes.

A man may have to die for our country: but no man must, in any exclusive sense, live for his country. He who surrenders himself without reservation to the temporal claims of a nation, or a party, or a class is rendering to Caesar that which, of all things, most emphatically belongs to God: himself.

The command "Be ye prfect" is not idealistic gas. Nor is it a command to do the impossible. He said (in the Bible) that we were "gods" and he is going to make good his words. He will make us into a god or goddess, a dazzling, radiant, immortal creature...a bright stainless mirror which reflects back to God perfectly.

There are no ordinary people.. it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit.

We cannot fully understand the relations of time and choice until we are beyond both.

I dread specialists in power because they are specialists speaking outside of their special subject.