The lonely wanderer, who watches by the seashore the waves that roll between him and his home, talks of cruel facts, material barriers that, just because they are material, and not ideal, shall be the irresistible foes of his longing heart.

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.

Unless you can find some sort of LOYALTY, you cannot find unity and peace in your active living.

Life involves passions, faiths, doubts, and courage.

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.

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

I teach at Harvard that the world and the heavens, and the stars are all real, but not so damned real, you see.