Love is an adventure and a conquest. It survives and develops, like the universe itself, only by perpetual discovery.

Love is a sacred reserve of energy; it is like the blood of spiritual evolution.

Love in all its subtleties is nothing more, and nothing less, than the more or less direct trace marked on the heart of the element by the psychical convergence of the universe upon itself.

In a way, the whole tangible universe itself is a vast residue, a skeleton of countless lives that have germinated in it and have left it, leaving behind them only a trifling, infinitesimal part of their riches.

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.

The time has come to realise that an interpretation of the universe—even a positivist one—remains unsatisfying unless it covers the interior as well as the exterior of things; mind as well as matter. The true physics is that which will, one day, achieve the inclusion of man in his wholeness in a coherent picture of the world.