Let none count themselves wise who have not with the nerves of their imagination felt the pain of the vivisected.

Our rulers at the present day, with their machines and their preachers, are all occupied in putting into our heads the preposterous notion that activity rather than contemplation is the object of life.

The mistake we make is to turn upon our past with angry wholesale negation. … The way of wisdom is to treat it airily, lightly, wantonly, and in a spirit of poetry; and above all to use its symbols, which are its spiritual essence, giving them a new connotation, a fresh meaning.

Let none count themselves wise who have not with the nerves of their imagination felt the pain of the vivisected.

One needs no strange spiritual faith to worship the earth.

Having once aroused in our mind enough faith in our own will-power to create a universe of contemplation and forget everything else, there are few limitations to the happiness we may enjoy.

Love is always in the mood of believing in miracles.