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

[During the Renaissance] the Italians said, "We are one in the Father: we will go back." The Northern races said, "We are one in Christ, we will go on.

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul.

The great pagan world of which Egypt and Greece were the last living termsonce had a vast and perhaps perfect science of itsown, a science in terms of life. In our era this science crumbled into magic and charlatanry. But even wisdom crumbles.

The mind has no existence by itself; it is only the glitter of the sun on the surface of the waters.

Europe's the mayonnaise all right, but America supplies the good old lobster.

Poe tried alcohol, and any drug he could lay his hands on. He also tried any human being he could lay his hands on.