Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.

I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

Either the world is so tiny or we are enormous; in either case, we fill it completely.

I wanted to escape the unrest, to shut out the voices around me and within me, so I write.

The Expulsion from Paradise is eternal in its principal aspect: this makes it irrevocable, and our living in this world inevitable, but the eternal nature of the process has the effect that not only could we remain forever in Paradise, but that we are currently there, whether we know it or not.

The ulterior motives with which you absorb and assimilate Evil are not your own but those of Evil.

Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.