A book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.

Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.

...the books we need are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that make us suffer like the death of a person we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation--a book should serve as the ax for the frozen sea within us.

We all have wings, but they have not been of any avail to us and if we could tear them off, we would do so.

We are separated from God on two sides; the Fall separates us from Him, the Tree of Life separates Him from us.

A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.