"No speech at my command will fit the forms in my mind." (I resonate with this.)
"You know nothing about whereness. The only way to come to know where you are is to begin to make yourself at home...by doing something...anything. And the sooner you begin the better! for until you are at home, you will find it as difficult to get out as it is to get in."
"'What is at the heart of my brain? What is behind my think? Am I there at all? -- Who, what am I?' I could no more answer the question now than when the raven put it to me in --at--'where in?--' 'where at?--' I said, and gave myself up as knowing anything of myself or the universe."
"'You have been making a fool of me,' I said.
'Excuse me, no one can do that but yourself.'
'And I decline to do it.'
'You are mistaken.'
'In declining to acknowledge yourself one already. You make yourself such by refusing what is true, and for that you will sorely punish yourself.'"
"Life is no series of chances with a few providences sprinkled between to keep up a justly failing belief, but one providence of God; and the man shall not live long before life itself shall remind him, it may be in agony of soul, of that which he has forgotten. When he prays for comfort, the answer may come in terror and the turning aside of the Father's countenance; for love itself will, for love's sake, turn the countenance away from that which is not lovely; and he will have to read, written upon the dark wall of his imprisoned conscience, the words, awful and glorious, Our God is a Consuming Fire."
"Love loves unto purity. Love has ever in the view the absolute loveliness of that which it beholds."
"As it was love that first created humanity, so even human love in proportion to its divinity, will go on creating the beautiful for its own outpouring. There is nothing eternal but that which loves, and love is ever climbing towards the consummation when such shall be the universe, imperishable, divine."