There is a stream, a succession of states, or waves, or fields (or whatever you please to call them), of knowledge, of feeling, of desire, of deliberation, etc., that constantly pass and repass, and that constitute our inner life.

No decision is, in itself, a decision.

There are two lives, the natural and the spiritual, and we must lose the one before we can participate in the other.

To some of us the thought of God is like a sort of quiet music playing in the background of the mind.

a man does not cry because he is sad, he is sad because he cries

Intelligence is a fixed goal with variable means of achieving it.

Lets take full advantage of this discovery