The deepest longing in the human breast is the desire for appreciation.

When you have broken the reality into concepts you never can reconstruct it in its wholeness.

How can the moribund old man reason back to himself the romance, the mystery, the imminence of great things with which our old earth tingled for him in the days when he was young and well?

You may not get everything you dream about, but you will never get anything you don't dream about.

Our normal waking consciousness, rational consciousness as we call it, is but one special type of consciousness, whilst all about it, parted from it by the filmiest of screens, there lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different.

It is so human a book that I don't see how belief in its divine authority can survive the reading of it.

If you believe that feeling bad or worrying long enough will change a past or future event, then you are residing on another planet with a different reality system.