The suppression of inner patterns in favor of patterns created by society is dangerous to us.

One discovers that destiny can be diverted, that one does not have to remain in bondage to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities. Once the deforming mirror has been smashed, there is a possibility of wholeness. There is a possibility of joy.

To the woman with the least intelligence, there must come, at some time or other, the realization that housework is animal work and that there are other occupations in the world a thousand times more refined, more enriching, for which she is also suited and to which she has a right.

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

The obstacle became his alibi for weakness.

All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.

I did not feel drawn to huxley. He was beautiful physically but again without vibrations or sensory antennae... and I had a painful impression of a psychic blindness. With all his science and knowledge, in the mystic world he blundered.