“Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till by broad spreading, it disperses to naught.”
“That which is alive hath known death, and that which is dead can never die, for in the Circle of the Spirit life is naught and death is naught. Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.”
“You will never glory in God till first of all God has killed your glorying in yourself.”
“...human progress has depended on enlarging the circle of compassion.”
“Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself, Love possesses not nor would it be possessed: For love is sufficient unto love.”
“Below me, in spreading, concentric circles, like those a fish makes when it rises in still water, spun round the lower tiers; above me arched the black sky pierced by the gas jets of the stars.”