If the world is a precipitation of human nature, so to speak, then the divine world is a sublimation of the same. Both occur in one act. No precipitation without sublimation. What goes lost there in agility, is won here.

Accident is simply unforeseen order.

Philosophy is properly home-sickness; the wish to be everywhere at home.

The mysterious path goes inward. It is in us, and not anywhere else, where the eternity of the worlds, the past and the future are found.

What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?

There is but one temple in the world, and that is the body of man. Nothing is holier than this high form. Bending before men is a reverence done to this revelation in the flesh. We touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body.

To become properly acquainted with a truth, we must first have disbelieved it, and disputed against it.