Art is not an end in itself. It introduces the soul into a higher spiritual order, which it expresses and in some sense explains.

I have the immense joy of being man, a member of a race in which God Himself became incarnate. As if the sorrows and stupidities of the human condition could overwhelm me, now that I realize what we all are. And if only everybody could realize this! But it cannot be explained. There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun.

For the ones who are called saints by human opinion on earth may very well be devils, and their light may very well be darkness

If you yourself are at peace, then there is at least some peace in the world.

For every gain in deep certitude there is a corresponding growth of superficial "doubt." This doubt is by no means opposed to genuine faith, but it mercilessly examines and questions the spurious "faith" of everyday life, the human faith which is nothing but the passive acceptance of conventional opinion.

Solitude is a way to defend the spirit against the murderous din of our materialism.

... but any fool knows that you don't need money to get enjoyment out of life.