It seems to be my destiny to discourse on truth, insofar as I discover it, in such a way that all possible authority is simultaneously demolished.

A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies outside him, finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within him.

God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes, to be sure, but he does what is still more wonderful: he makes saints out of sinners.

Whoever has the world's treasures has them no matter how he got them. In the world of the spirit it is otherwise.

I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations - one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it - you will regret both.

I found I had less and less to say, until finally, I became silent, and began to listen. I discovered in the silence, the voice of God

Men are not on such intimate terms with the sublime that they really can believe in it