We are and remain such creeping Christians, because we look at ourselves and not at Christ; because we gaze at the marks of our own soiled feet, and the trail of our own defiled garments.... Each, putting his foot in the footprint of the Master, and so defacing it, turns to examine how far his neighbor’s footprint corresponds with that which he still calls the Master’s, although it is but his own.

All that is made seems planless to the darkened mind, because there are more plans than it looked for...There seems no plan because it is all plan: there seems no centre because it is all centre.

It is only by loving a thing that you can make it yours.

You must learn to be strong in the dark as well as in the day, else you will always be only half brave.

The part of the philanthropist is indeed a dangerous one; and the man who would do his neighbour good must first study how not to do him evil, and must begin by pulling the beam out of his own eye.

In the hearts of witches, love and hate lie close together and often tumble over each other.

Every soul has a landscape that changes with the wind that sweeps the sky, with the clouds that return after its rain.