Perhaps the experience had been so complete that repetition would be vulgarity - like asking to hear the same symphony twice in a day.

One can regard the moral law as an illusion, and so cut himself off from the common ground of humanity.

The old field of space, time, matter, and the senses is to be weeded, dug, and sown for a new crop. We may be tired of that old field: God is not.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will most certainly be wrung and possibly broken ... The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.

As long as this deliberate refusal to understand things from above, even where such understanding is possible, continues, it is idle to talk of any final victory over materialism.

The false religion of lust is baser than the false religion of mother-love or patriotism or art: but lust is less likely to be made into a religion.

The proper rewards are not simply tacked on to the activity for which they are given, but are the activity itself in consummation.