“Words, without power, is mere philosophy.”

The immediacy of mystic experience simply means that we know God just as we know other objects.

It is the nature of the self to manifest itself, In every atom slumbers the might of the self.

The possibility of a scientific treatment of history means a wider experience, a greater maturity of practical reason, and finally a fuller realization of certain basic ideas regarding the nature of life and time.

But the universe, as a collection of finite things, presents itself as a kind of island situated in a pure vacuity to which time, regarded as a series of mutually exclusive moments, is nothing and does nothing.

God is not a mathematical entity or a system of concepts mutually related to one another and having no reference to experience.

Thus passing through the infinite varieties of space we reach the Divine space which is absolutely free from all dimensions and constitutes the meeting point of all infinities.

The Ego is partly free. partly determined, and reaches fuller freedom by approaching the Individual who is most free: God.

The ultimate purpose of religious life is to make this evolution move in a direction far more important to the destiny of the ego than the moral health of the social fabric which forms his present environment.

Though the terror of the sea gives to none security, in the secret of the shell. Self preserving we may dwell.

But inner experience is only one source of human knowledge.

Be not entangled in this world of days and nights; Thou hast another time and space as well.

Physiologically less violent and psychologically more suitable to a concrete type of mind.

Vision without power does bring moral elevation but cannot give a lasting culture.

The standpoint of the man who relies on religious experience for capturing Reality must always remain individual and incommunicable.

Why should I ask the wise men: Whence is my beginning? I am busy with the thought: Where will be my end?

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

I try to work out my mind more these days. I try to eat right. I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, and I take the skin off chicken. But I’m not on no special diet. I like my steak and potatoes, ice cream, doughnuts.

I crave and seek a natural explanation of all phenomena upon this earth, but the word ‘natural’ to me implies more than mere chemistry and physics.

The red squirrel is more common and less dignified than the gray, and oftener guilty of petty larceny about the barns and grain-fields.

And for me there’s still more material than 20 lifetimes that I can use up.

The more I’m in it, the more I’m practicing and the more I’m advancing.

There never was a happier or more devoted husband than the male bluebird. He is the gay champion and escort of the female at all times, and while she is sitting, he feeds her regularly.

However fragmented the world, however intense the national rivalries, it is an inexorable fact that we become more interdependent every day.

The more I see of men the more I like dogs.