You work here [on the farm] simply without philosophizing; sometimes the work is hard and crowded with pettiness. But at times you feel a surge of cosmic exaltation, like the clear light of the heavens... . And you, too, seem to be taking root in the soil which you are digging, to be nourished by the rays of the sun, to share life with the tiniest blade of grass, with each flower; living in nature's depths, you seem then to rise and grow into the vast expanse of the universe.

The soul should be examined in the light of other souls.

A false idea is not only one which is absolutely subjective but one which is absolutely objective.

The soul of the slave, the soul of the "little man," is as dear to me as the soul of the great.