The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.

Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.

It is not always on the great or the important that the balance of the universe depends.

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

Their love was a bright flower, youthful and radiantly beautiful.

I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright, And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years, Driven by the spheres, Like a vast shadow moved, in which the world And all her train were hurled.

prayer is whenever we consciously try to get in contact with the numinous, the ineffable, the marvelous.