There is no such thing as happiness. Life bends joy and pain, beauty and ugliness, in such a way that no one may isolate them. No one should want to. Perfect joy, or perfect pain, with no contrasting element to define them, would mean a monotony of consciousness, would mean death

I am not less poet; I am more conscious of all that I am, am not, and might become.

The only way to seek God is to seek God first. Deny the nayward, affirm the yeaward, be true to those stirrings and motions which He starts in us, refuse priority to all else, and be faithful to the sacred.

Talk about it only enough to do it. Dream about it only enough to feel it. Think about it only enough to understand it. Contemplate it only enough to be it.

Men try to run life according to their wishes; life runs itself according to necessity.

Men are apt to idolize or fear that which they cannot understand, especially if it be a woman.

Whats beauty anyway but ugliness if it hurts you?