Real happiness is a state of mind wherein even the idea of happiness is totally gone, or is totally absent. This is akin to perfection. It comes only when everything is summed up in One, and nothing remains. Happiness is not in the objects near and far outside oneself. Restlessness to attain the ideal will help a lot.

Those who rely on physical miracles to prove the truth of spiritual things forget the ever-present miracle of the universe and our own lives. The lover of the physical miracle is in fact a materialist: instead of making material things spiritual, as the poet or the spiritual man does, he simply makes spiritual things material, and this is the source of all idolatry and superstition. Leaving aside the question that matter and spirit may simply be ‘different modes, or degrees in perfection, of a common substractum’, as Coleridge says, and the Upanishads suggests, there is the far greater question that in everything spiritual there is an element of beauty which is truth, and which we find in faith, but which is lacking in fanaticism and superstition. The noble longing for truth of the scientist is exactly the same as the longing of the spiritual man for God, because God is Truth. The difference is that the scientist is busy finding facts in the outer world, whether in the stars that are millions of light-years from our little world, or in the world discovered by the microscope; whilst the spiritual man is trying by the experience of Being and Love to find the Truth of his inner world, the same Truth in the inner world of us all.