Whenever the internal dialogue stops, the world collapses, and extraordinary facets of ourselves surface, as though they had been kept heavily guarded by our words.

What is wrong with us human beings, and has been wrong since time immemorial, is that without ever stating it in so many words, we believe that we have entered the realm of immortality. We behave as if we are never going to die - an infantile arrogance. But even more injurious than this sense of immortality is what comes with it : the sense that we can engulf this inconcievable universe with our minds.

"Dreaming is the vehicle that brings dreamers to this world," the emissary said, "and everything sorcerers know about dreaming was taught to them by us. Our world is connected to yours by a door called dreams. We know how to go through that door, but men don't. They have to learn it."

A man of knowledge lives by acting, not by thinking about acting.

Do you know at this very moment you are surrounded by eternity? And do you know that you can use that eternity if you so desire?

To seek the perfection of the warrior's spirit is the only task worthy of our temporariness, our manhood.

Fright never injures anyone. What injures the spirit is having someone always on your back, beating you, telling you what to do and what not to do