The region belonging to the pure intellect is straitened: the imagination labours to extend its territories, to give it room. She sweeps across the boarders, searching out new lands into which she may guide her plodding brother. The imagination is the light which redeems from the darkness for the eyes of the understanding. Novalis says, 'The imagination is the stuff of the intellect' -affords, that is, the material upon which the intellect works.

The region of the senses is the unbelieving part of the human soul.

We die daily. Happy those who daily come to life as well.

If both Church and fairy-tale belong to humanity, they may occasionally cross circles, without injury to either.

A man is as free as he chooses to make himself, never an atom freer.

Primarily, God is not bound to punish sin; he is bound to destroy sin. The only vengeance worth having on sin is to make the sinner himself its executioner.

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.