Progressively saved by the machine from the anxieties that bound his hands and mind to material toil, relieved of a large part of his work and compelled to an ever-increasing speed of action by the devices which his intelligence cannot help ceaselessly creating and perfecting, man is about to find himself abruptly plunged into idleness.
It doesn’t matter if the water is cold or warm if you’re going to have to wade through it anyway.
A Religion of Evolution: that, when all is said and done, is what Man needs ever more explicitly if he is to survive and ‘superlive,’ as soon as he becomes conscious of his power to ultra-hominize himself and of his duty to do so.
To be Catholic is the only way of being fully and utterly Christian.
However far back I go into my childhood, nothing seems to me more characteristic of, or more familiar in, my interior economy than the appetite or irresistible demand for some ‘Unique all-sufficing and necessary reality.’
Regarded zoologically, man is today an almost isolated figure in nature. In his cradle, he was less isolated.
My roots are in Paris, and I will not pull them up.
Long before the awakening of thought on earth, manifestations of cosmic energy must have been produced which have no parallel today.
It is our duty as men and women to proceed as though the limits of our abilities do not exist.
I have finally decided to write my book on the spiritual life. I mean to put down as simply as possible the sort of ascetical or mystical teaching that I have been living and preaching so long. I call it ‘Le Milieu Divin,’ but I am being careful to include nothing esoteric and the minimum of explicit philosophy.