“Life here with the things of the earth is a sinking, a defeat, a failing of the wing.”

We are not separated from spirit, we are in it.

Now we are become a dual thing, no longer that which we were at first, dormant, and in a sense no longer present.

Withdraw into yourself and look.

Each one of us is part of the soul of the universe

Knowing demands the organ fitted to the object.

Cut away all that is excessive, straighten all that is crooked, bring light to all that is overcast, labour to make all one glow of beauty and never cease chiselling your statue.

From the Soul using the body as an instrument, it does not follow that the Soul must share the body’s experiences: a man does not himself feel all the experiences of the tools with which he is working.

We may treat of the Soul as in the body – whether it be set above it or actually within it – since the association of the two constitutes the one thing called the living organism, the Animate.Now from this relation.

We ourselves possess Beauty when we are true to our own being; ugliness is in going over to another order.

We ourselves possess Beauty when we are true to our own being; ugliness is in going over to another order; knowing ourselves, we are beautiful; in self-ignorance, we are ugly.

The world is knowable, harmonious, and good.

As in certain combinations so words and in all kinds of music; for melodies and cadences are beautiful; and minds that lift themselves above the realm of sense to a higher order are aware of beauty in the conduct of life.

In actions, in character, in the pursuits of the intellect; and there is the beauty of the virtues.

Become vision itself.

As the eye waits on the rising of the Sun which in its own time appears above the horizon and gives itself to our sight.

And this is the life of the Gods, and of Godlike men, a life without love of the world, a flight of the Alone to the Alone.

Heaven is laying in my sweet baby’s arms, hell is when my baby’s not here.

In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns, the rattle of musketry, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield.

What we are doing here is only the image of what we would like to do.

Why don’t you bring your face up here and let me punch it? Then you can tell me (if I’m stronger).

I want to be here for a long time, so I am going to do everything I have to do to be here.

I look at my jersey and see the NBA logo, I’m like, ‘I didn’t think I’d be here.’

It is as queen of Canada that I am here. Queen of Canada and all Canadians, not just one or two ancestral strains.

Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh.