Science is the tool of the Western mind and with it more doors can be opened than with bare hands.

But what if I should discover that the least amongst them all, the poorest of all beggars, the most impudent of all offenders, yea the very fiend himself— that these are within me, and that I myself stand in need of the alms of my own kindness, that I myself am the enemy who must be loved— what then?

Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of awareness of darkness... as the contrast between what we have and how it could be worse is vital to appreciate anything, including our life, and so be happy and grateful

Magic is the science of the jungle.

Everyone can afford to give away a smile.

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul.

I've realized that somebody who's tired and needs a rest, and goes on working all the same is a fool.