A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!... Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

When we hate a person, what we hate in his image is something inside ourselves. Whatever isn't inside us can't excite us.

Human life is reduced to real suffering, to hell, only when two ages, two cultures and religions overlap.

When trying to remember my share in the glow of the eternal present, in the smile of God, I return to my childhood, too, for that is where the most significant discoveries turn up.

People know, or dimly feel, that if thinking is not kept pure and keen, and if respect for the world of mind is no longer operative, ships and automobiles will soon cease to run right, the engineer's slide rule and the computations of banks and stock exchanges will forfeit validity and authority, and chaos will ensue.

What you call passion is not spiritual force, but friction between the soul and the outside world.

One cannot apologize for something fundamental, and a child feels and knows this as well and as deeply as any sage.