The punishment of every disordered mind is its own disorder.

My mind withdrew its thoughts from experience, extracting itself from the contradictory throng of sensuous images, that it might find out what that light was wherein it was bathed... And thus, with the flash of one hurried glance, it attained to the vision of That Which Is.

Sin is believing the lie that you are self-created, self-dependent and self-sustained.

Sin is looking for the right thing in the wrong place.

Purity of soul cannot be lost without consent.

All the dancer's gestures are signs of things, and the dance called rational, because it aptly signifies and displays something over and above the pleasure of the senses.

Anger is a weed; hate is a tree