The meaning and design of a problem seem not to lie in its solution, but in our working at it incessantly.

Sometimes a tree tells you more than can be read in books.

What happens after death is so unspeakably glorious that our imagination and our feelings do not suffice to form even an approximate conception of it. The dissolution of our time-bound form in eternity brings no loss of meaning.

Metaphysical assertions, however, are statements of the psyche, and are therefore psychological. Whenever the Westerner hears the word “psychological,” it always sounds to him like “only psychological.

Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.

Nothing is more repulsive than a furtively prurient spirituality; it is just as unsavoury as gross sensuality.

Yoga in Mayfair or Fifth Avenue, or in any other place which is on the telephone, is a spiritual fake.