A universe whose only claim to be believed in rests on the validity of inference must not start telling us the inference is invalid.

A myth is a lie that conveys a truth.

this is a book about something

A blessed spirit is a mould ever more and more patient of the bright metal poured into it, a body ever more completely uncovered to the meridian blaze of the spiritual sun.

Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.

The man in Christ rose again, not only the God.

All your life an unattainable ecstasy has hovered just beyond the grasp of your consciousness.