A mystic is a person who sees the facts as inadequate.

It does not matter that we cannot fathom this mystery. The only real problem comes when we think that we have.

If she could give love to IT perhaps it would shrivel up and die, for she was sure that IT could not withstand love.

We look not at the things which are what you would call seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporal. But the things that are not seen are eternal.

It seemed to travel with her, to sweep her aloft in the power of song, so that she was moving in glory among the stars, and for a moment she, too, felt that the words Darkness and Light had no meaning, and only this melody was real.

If I sit for a while, then my impatience, crossness, frustration, are indeed annihilated, and my sense of humor returns.

It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel.