How monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerors have been: how gloriously different are the saints.

An 'impersonal God'-well and good. A subjective God of beauty, truth and goodness, inside our own heads-better still. A formless life-force surging through us, a vast power which we can tap-best of all. But God himself, alive, pulling at the other end of the cord, perhaps approaching at an infinite speed, the hunter, King, husband-that is quite another matter.

Men became scientific because they expected Law in Nature, and they expected Law in Nature because they believed in a Law Giver.

Think of me as a fellow patient in the same hospital who, having been admitted a little earlier could give some advice.

The right direction leads not only to peace but to knowledge.

The human heart is not unchanging (nay, changes almost out of recognition in the twinkling of an eye).

We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, 'Blessed are they that mourn,' and I accept it. I've got nothing that I hadn't bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.