Heaven...a place where everything that is not music is silence.

We are dwellers in a divine universe where no desires are in vain - if only they be large enough.

I repent me of the ignorance wherein I ever said that God made man out of nothing: there is no nothing out of which to make anything; God is all in all, and he made us out of himself.

By all means rid yourself of an impoverished faith.

Those are not the tears of repentance!... Self-loathing is not sorrow. Yet it is good, for it marks a step in the way home, and in the father's arms the prodigal forgets the self he abominates.

It is to the man who is trying to live, to the man who is obedient to the word of the Master, that the word of the Master unfolds itself.

I learned that he that will be a hero will barely be a man; that he that will be nothing but a doer of his work is sure of his manhood.