We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect; we apprehend it just as much by feeling. Therefore, the judgment of the intellect is, at best, only the half of truth, and must, if it be honest, also come to an understanding of its inadequacy.

A particularly beautiful woman is a source of terror. As a rule, a beautiful woman is a terrible disappointment.

...consciousness can keep only a few images in full clarity at one time, and even this clarity fluctuates.

It is my mind, with its store of images, that gives the world colour and sound; and that supremely real and rational certainty which I call "experience" is, in its most simple form, an exceedingly complicated structure of mental images. Thus there is, in a certain sense, nothing that is directly experienced except the mind itself. Everything is mediated through the mind.

I find that all my thoughts circle around God like the planets around the sun, and are as irresistibly attracted by Him. I would feel it to be the grossest sin if I were to oppose any resistance to this force.

In the final analysis, we count for something only because of the essential that we embody. If we do not embody that, life is wasted.

Our intellect has achieved the most tremendous things, but in the meantime our spiritual dwelling has fallen into disrepair.