We refuse love, and reject society, in so far as it seems, in our own perverse imagination, to imply some obscure kind of humiliation

Man was made for the highest activity, which is, in fact, his rest.

To worship our false selves is to worship nothing. And the worship of nothing is hell.

The only right way: to love and serve the man of the modern world, but not simply to succumb, with him, to all his illusions about the world.

A daydream is an evasion.

God, Who is everywhere, never leaves us. Yet He seems sometimes to be present, sometimes to be absent. If we do not know Him well, we do not realize that He may be more present to us when He is absent than when He is present.

The center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion, a point of pure truth.