It is wonderful what you can do when you have to.

While we are actually subjected to them, the 'moods' and 'spirits' of nature point no morals. Overwhelming gaiety, insupportable grandeur, sombre desolation are flung at you. Make what you can of them, if you must make at all. The only imperative that nature utters is, 'Look. Listen. Attend.

The real test of being in the presence of God is, that you either forget about yourself altogether or see yourself as a small, dirty object.

This is my endlessly recurrent temptation: to go down to that Sea, and there neither dive nor swim nor float, but only dabble and splash, careful not to get out of my depth and holding on to the lifeline which connects me with my things temporal.

The Moral Law tells us the tune we have to play: our instincts are merely the keys.

Prosperity knits a man to the world.

Though we cannot experience our life as an endless present, we are eternal in God's eyes; that is, in our deepest reality.