The world of religion is no longer a concrete fact proposed for our acceptance and adoration. It is an unfathomable universe which engulfs us, and which lives its own majestic uncomprehended life: and we discover that our careful maps and cherished definitions bear little relation to its unmeasured reality.

As the social self can only be developed by contact with society, so the spiritual self can only be developed by contact with the spiritual world.

Delicate humor is the crowning virtue of the saints.

Mysticism is the art of union with Reality.

Love makes the whole difference between an execution and a martyrdom.

As the genuine religious impulse becomes dominant, adoration more and more takes charge. 'I come to seek God because I need Him', may be an adequate formula for prayer. 'I come to adore His splendour, and fling myself and all that I have at His feet', is the only possible formula for worship.

The London streets are paths of loveliness; the very omnibuses look like colored archangels, their laps filled full of little trustful souls.