We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Where there is nothing, there is God.

The mystical life is at the centre of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write.

And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings.

Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.

It seems to me that true love is a discipline.

I agree about Shaw - he is haunted by the mystery he flouts. He is an atheist who trembles in the haunted corridor.