I grieve that grief can teach me nothing, nor carry me one step into real nature.

It is long ere we discover how rich we are. Our history, we are sure, is quite tame: we have nothing to write, nothing to infer. But our wiser years still run back to the despised recollections of childhood. . . .

One single idea may have greater weight than all the men, animals, and machines for a century.

The bitterest tragic element in life to be derived from an intellectual source is the belief in a brute Fate or Destiny.

Let us unlearn our wisdom of the world. Let us lie low in the Lord's power, and learn that truth alone makes rich and great.

Desire is possibility seeking expression.

Truly speaking, it is not instruction, but provocation, that I can receive from another soul. What he announces, I must find true in me, or reject; and on his word, or as his second, be he who he may, I can accept nothing.