Pray that, above all things, the gates of light may be opened to you; for these things cannot be perceived or understood by all, but only by the man to whom God and his Christ have imparted wisdom” (Dial. 7, 3).

The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun.

Govern thy life and thy thoughts as if the whole world were to see the one, and read the other.

People say that eyes are windows to the soul.

Eternal vigilance is the price of an open mind.

In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.

One who truly meets the world goes out also to God.

Better keep yourself clean and bright; you are the window through which you must see the world.

Be eloquent, and deep, and tender; see, with a clear eye, into Nature and into life; spread your white wings of quivering thought, and soar, a god-like spirit, over the whirling world beneath you, up through long lanes of flaming stars to the gates of eternity!

Be an opener of doors for such as come after thee.

Theology sits rouged at the window and courts philosophy's favor, offering to sell her charms to it.

Artists exist to show us the world. So do windows.

With all its eyes the creature world beholds the open, while our eyes are turned in ward,” said

Our wounds, too, are our windows
Through them we watch the world