In the midst of death we are in life. Life is the only reality; what men call death is but a shadow.

We have to do with God, to whom no one can look without the need of being good waking up in his heart; to think about God is to begin to be good.

No, there is no escape. There is no heaven with a little of hell in it--no plan to retain this or that of the devil in our hearts or our pockets. Out Satan must go, every hair and feather!

All those evil doctrines about God that work misery and madness have their origin in the brains of the wise and prudent, not in the hearts of children.

Timely service, like timely gifts, is doubled in value.

For the bliss of the animals lies in this, that, on their lower level, they shadow the bliss of those--few at any moment on the earth--who do not 'look before and after, and pine for what is not,' but live in the holy carelessness of the eternal now.

Were I asked, what is a fairytale? I should reply, Read Undine: that is a fairytale.