Our real life is not the life we live, and we feel that our deepest, nay, our most intimate thoughts are quite apart from ourselves, for we are other than our thoughts and our dreams. And it is only at special moments – it may be by merest accident – that we live our own life. Will the day ever dawn when we shall be what we are? …

Should we not invariably act in this life as though the God whom our heart desires with its highest desire were watching our every action?

We all live in the sublime. Where else can we live? That is the only place of life.

… signs of a life that we cannot explain are everywhere, vibrating by the side of the life of every day.

Each man has to seek out his own special aptitude for a higher life in the midst of the humble and inevitable reality of daily existence. Than this, there can be no nobler aim in life.