The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap.

It is not merely the multiplicity of tints, the gladness of tone, or the balminess of the air which delight in the spring; it is the still consecrated spirit of hope, the prophecy of happy days yet to come; the endless variety of nature, with presentiments of eternal flowers which never shall fade, and sympathy with the blessedness of the ever-developing world.

Love is the final end of the world's history, the Amen of the universe.

How do we see physically? No differently that we do in our consciousness - by means of the productive power of imagination. Consciousness is the eye and ear, the sense for inner and outer meaning.

Perceptibility is a kind of attentiveness.

Many things are too delicate to be thought; many more, to be spoken.

It is certain my belief gains quite infinitely the very moment I can convince another mind thereof