Anything that has real and lasting value is always a gift from within.

You need not even listen, just wait...the world will offer itself freely to you, unmasking itself.

The delights of this life are not its own, but our fear of the ascent into a higher life; the torments of this life are not its own, but our self-torment because of that fear.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

Alas," said the mouse, "the whole world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into." "You only need to change your direction," said the cat, and ate it up.

Self-control means wanting to be effective at some random point in the infinite radiations of my spiritual existence.

If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skull, why then do we read it?