We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.

Mysticism has been in the past and probably ever will be one of the great powers of the world and it is bad scholarship to pretend the contrary.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.

Consume my heart away, sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is, and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.

People who lean on logic and philosophy and rational exposition end by starving the best part of the mind.

The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.