The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite.

The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight.

When the heat and motion of blind impulses and passions distract it on all sides, we can neither give nor receive anything truly. But when we find our centre in our soul by the power of self-restraint, by the force that harmonizes all warring element

We are hidden in ourselves, like a truth hidden in isolated facts. When we know that this One in us is One in all, then our truth is revealed.

For man is by nature an artist.

Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth.

Faith is a bird that can see the light when it is dawn and starts singing in the dark.