I conceive a man's body as a sort of fiery mist enmeshed in the cage of the skeleton, and mostly resulting from the circulation of the blood.

We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole, the wise silence, the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related; the eternal One.

We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of self, said the Trappist abbot; we must learn to like the company.