The more lucidly we think, the more we are cut off: the more deeply we enter into reality, the less we can think.

To see, in some measure, like God. His love and His knowledge are not distinct from one another, not from Him. We could almost say He sees because He loves, and therefore loves although He sees.

To interest is the first duty of art; no other excellences will ever begin to compensate for failure in this.

When you and I met, the meeting was over very shortly, it was nothing. Now it is growing something as we remember it, what will it be when I remember it as I lie down to die, what it makes in me all my days till then - that is the real meeting. The other is only the beginning of it. You say you have poets in your world. Do they not teach you this?

The human mind is generally far more eager to praise or dispraise than it is to describe and define.

Well, whatever they say, you don't feel like ghosts.

we follow One who stood and wept at the grave of Lazarus-not surely, because He was grieved that Mary and Martha wept, and sorrowed for their lack of faith (though some thus interpret) but because death, the punishment of sin, is even more horrible in his eyes than in ours.