So, as one sees, I by no means deprive my world of stubborn reality, if I merely call it a world of ideas.

Only the more uncompromising of the mystics still seek for knowledge in a silent land of absolute intuition, where the intellect finally lays down its conceptual tools, and rests from its pragmatic labors, while its works do not follow it, but are simply forgotten, and are as if they never had been.

God too longs; and because the Absolute Life itself, which dwells in our life, and inspires these very longings, possesses the true world, and is that world.

For the Absolute, as we now know, all life is individual, but is individual as expressing a meaning.

God is One, all our lives have various and unique places in the harmony of the divine life.

Memory and hope constantly incite us to the extensions of the self which play so large a part in our daily life.

Our will makes constantly a sort of agreement with the world, whereby, if the world will continually show some respect to the will, the will shall consent to be strenuous in its industry.