“I cannot escape the objection that there is no state of mind, however simple, that does not change every moment.”

Instinct perfected is a faculty of using and even constructing organized instruments; intelligence perfected is the faculty of making and using unorganized instruments.

Wherever anything lives, there is, open somewhere, a register in which time is being inscribed.

Divine love is not something belonging to God: it is God Himself.

It seems that laughter needs an echo.

Our laughter is always the laughter of a group.

There is nothing in philosophy which could not be said in everyday language.

Religion is to mysticism what popularization is to science.

Spirit borrows from matter the perceptions on which it feeds and restores them to matter in the form of movements which it has stamped with its own freedom.

Action on the move creates its own route, creates to a very great extent the conditions under which it is to be fulfilled and thus baffles all calculation.

We regard intelligence as man’s main characteristic and we know that there is no superiority which intelligence cannot confer on us, no inferiority for which it cannot compensate.

There is nothing [that] disarms us like laughter.

One can always reason with reason.

Art has no other object than to set aside the symbols of practical utility, the generalities that are conventionally and socially accepted, everything in fact which masks reality from us, in order to set us face to face with reality itself.

We are free when our actions emanate from our total personality, when they express it, when they resemble it in the indefinable way a work of art sometimes does the artist.

When it is said that an object occupies a large space in the soul or even that it fills it entirely, we ought to understand by this simply that its image has altered the shade of a thousand perceptions or memories.

However spontaneous it seems, laughter always implies a kind of secret freemasonry, or even complicity, with other laughers, real or imaginary.

Escape from the known to get to know yourself, converse with strangers to understand yourself, travel far from noise to find yourself, and listen to your silence to feel yourself. Because being away from everything pushes you to look inside, find your peace and live awake.

Fly me to the moon but desert me there that I might finally breathe.

And then I understood you were never my rescue yet always my escape.

Often times we think we need to escape to some far and distant place to find our peace, but it doesn’t take long to notice that you can not run from the chaos created in your mind; it will always follow.

I’ve been scratching at the surface trying to escape the darkness that calls me from below.

In the very shadows of doubt a thread of reason (so to speak) begins, by whose guidance we shall escape to the clearest light.

If ever I get lost don’t take me down that road, instead show me the way to my home. I cannot afford to escape what I’m designed to learn.

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you.