“Prosper Olander had never been in a cathedral, but now he felt something like that, the experience of entering suddenly a space so large, so devoted to a single purpose, that the insides of the heart are drawn for a moment outward and into it, trying to fill it, and failing.”

Source: The Age of Innocence

Source: Kafka on the Shore

Just Like That: Talks on Sufism (1993)
Context: Just a few days ago a man came to see me and he said, "I am a humble man. I am just like the dust on your feet. I have been trying for almost twenty years to achieve higher consciousness, but I have been a failure. Why can't I attain?" And on and on he went. Every sentence started with I. If the grammar allowed, every sentence would have ended with I. And if everything was allowed, every sentence would have consisted only of I's. "I etcetera, I etcetera, I etcetera," it went on and on. You are filled too much. There is no room, no space for God to enter in you. You are too crowded. A thousand I's milling inside — they don't leave any space for anything to enter in you.

Source: The House at Pooh Corner (1928), Chapter Three.

You Know You're Right.
Song lyrics, Posthumously released (post-1994)

50 reasons people give for believing in a god (2008)

"Voices Carry"
Song lyrics, Voices Carry (1985)
Context: I try so hard not to get upset
Because I know all the trouble Ill get
Oh, he tells me tears are something to hide
And something to fear
And I try so hard to keep it inside
So no one can hear.