It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.

One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.

It is time that the Protestant Church, the Church of the Son, should be one again with the Roman Catholic Church, the Church of the Father. It is time that man shall cease, first to live in the flesh, with joy, and then, unsatisfied, to renounce and to mortify the flesh.

The near touch of death may be a release into life; if only it will break the egoistic will, and release that other flow.

The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.

And to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn.

Oh literature, oh the glorious Art, how it preys upon the marrow in our bones. It scoops the stuffing out of us, and chucks us aside. Alas!