Only after I've seen the visible can I imagine what the invisible is.

What, then is our duty? It is to carefully distinguish the historic moment in which we live and to consciously assign our small energies to a specific battlefield. The more we are in phase with the current which leads the way, the more we aid man in his difficult, uncertain, danger-fraught ascent toward salvation.

Beauty is merciless. You do not look at it, it looks at you and does not forgive.

What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out comes sighs, laughter, and dreams.

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.

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

The heart unites whatever the mind separates, pushes on beyond the arena of necessity and transmutes the struggle into love.