You take the way from man, not to man. All persons that ever existed are its forgotten ministers. Fear and hope are alike beneath it. There is somewhat low even in hope. In the hour of vision, there is nothing that can be called gratitude, nor properly joy. The soul raised over passion beholds identity and eternal causation, perceives the self-existence of Truth and Right, and calms itself with knowing that all things go well.

These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day. There is no time to th…

Life only avails, not the having lived. Power ceases in the instant of repose; it resides in the moment of transition from a past to a new state, in the shooti…

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothi…

False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.

Is beautiful what proceeds from an inner necessity of the soul. Is beautiful what is inwardly beautiful.

This book endeavors to clear away the mists which prevent so many from seeing the road.