What we observe as material bodies and forces are nothing but shapes and variations in the structure of space.

For a solitary animal egoism is a virtue that tends to preserve and improve the species: in any kind of community it becomes a destructive vice.

Science cannot tell us a word about why music delights us, of why and how an old song can move us to tears.

The self is not so much linked to its ancestors, it is not so much the product, and merely the product, of all that, but rather, in the strictest sense of the word, the same thing as all that: the strict, direct continuation of it, just as the self aged fifty is the continuation of the self aged forty.

Matter and energy seem granular in structure, and so does “life”, but not so mind.

The multiplicity is only apparent. This is the doctrine of the Upanishads. And not of the Upanishads only. The mystical experience of the union with God regularly leads to this view, unless strong prejudices stand in the way.

I don't like it, and I'm sorry I ever had anything to do with it.