Only in the stillness of detachment can the soul yield up her secrets.

I, Woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King.

Watch for the high tides of yourself and flow up with them; when the inevitable low tides come, either rest or meditate. You cannot escape rhythm. You transcend it by working with it.

There is no death where the inner light shines, irradiating the fields of the within -- the beyond -- the unattainable attainment. You know where to find me.

Our minds are the most mysterious things about us.

The solving of almost every crime mystery depends on something which seems, at first glance, to bear no relation whatever to the original crime.

I wish you could arrange your life so as to have a little more leisure. I do not want you to be lazy, but the passive conditions of the mind are quite as valuable as the active conditions.