The human soul is heavy, clumsy, held in the mud of the flesh. Its perceptions are still coarse and brutish. It can divine nothing clearly, nothing with certainty.

The real meaning of enlightenment is to gaze with undimmed eyes on all darkness.

I possess no weapon but love. With that I have come to do battle. Help me!

Once more I realized to what an extent earthly happiness is made to the measure of man. It is not a rare bird which we must pursue at one moment in heaven, at the next in our minds. Happiness is a domestic bird found in our own courtyards.

My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.

God is action, complete with mistakes, fumblings, persistence, agony. God is not the power that has found eternal equilibrium, but the power that is forever breaking every equilibrium, forever searching for a higher one.

Overdraw me, Lord, and who cares if I break.