Man lives in only one small room of the enormous house of his consciousness.

... religious experience, as we have studied it, cannot be cited as unequivocally supporting the infinitist belief. The only thingthat it unequivocally testifies to is that we can experience union with something larger than ourselves and in that union find our greatest peace.

The hell to be endured hereafter, of which theology tells, is no worse than the hell we make for ourselves in this world by habitually fashioned our characters in the wrong way.

For morality life is a war, and the service of the highest is a sort of cosmic patriotism which also calls for volunteers.

Thoughts become perception, perception becomes reality. Alter your thoughts, alter your reality.

Every time a resolve or a fine glow of feeling evaporates without bearing practical fruit is worse than a chance lost; it works to hinder future resolutions and emotions from taking the normal path of discharge. There is no more contemptible type of human character than that of the nerveless sentimentalist and dreamer, who spends his life in a weltering sea of sensibility and emotion, but who never does a manly concrete deed.

Our esteem for facts has not neutralized in us all religiousness. It is itself almost religious. Our scientific temper is devout.