The day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange gods once more.

In every great novel, who is the hero all the time? Not any of the characters, but some unnamed and nameless flame behind them all.

The #‎ cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts.

To the Puritan all things are impure, as somebody says.

The dead don't die. They look on and help.

One might talk about the sanity of the atom the sanity of space the sanity of the electron the sanity of water- For it is all alive and has something comparable to that which we call sanity in ourselves. The only oneness is the oneness of sanity.

God doesn't know things. He is things.