Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room. The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love. My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

We gain freedom when we have paid the full price.

Death is turning out the lamp because the dawn has appeared.

Those who think to reach God by running away from the world, when and where do they expect to meet him? We are reaching him here in this very spot, now at this very moment.

The potentiality of perfection outweighs actual contradictions... Existence in itself is here to prove that it cannot be an evil.

And it shall be my endeavour to reveal thee in my actions, knowing it is thy power gives me strength to act.