We have to live over into the other; we have to dissolve with our soul into the other.

All real philosophers have been artists in the realm of concepts.

When the past has taught us that we have more within us than we have ever used, our prayer is a cry to the divine to come to us and fill us with its power.

Not that which is inspires the creation, but that which may be; not the actual, but the possible.

When we raise ourselves through meditation to what unites us with the spirit, we quicken something within us that is eternal and unlimited by birth and death. Once we have experienced this eternal part in us, we can no longer doubt its existence. Meditation is thus the way to knowing and beholding the eternal, indestructible, essential centre of our being.

Beauty is not the divine in a cloak of physical reality; no, it is physical reality in a cloak that is divine. The artist does not bring the divine on to the earth by letting it flow into the world; he raises the world into the sphere of the divine.

If there is something more powerful than destiny, this must be the human being who bears destiny unshaken.