I soon found out you can't change the world. The best you can do is to learn to live with it.

I had learned to harness ignorance with presumption. I was ready to become an unacknowledged watercolorist.

Reality is not protected or defended by laws, proclamations, ukases, cannons and armadas. Reality is that which is sprouting all the time out of death and disintegration.

It is our destiny to live with the wrong as well as the right kind of citizens, and to learn from them, the wrong-minded ones, as much or more as from others. If we have not yet succeeded -after how many centuries?- in eliminating from life the elements which plague us perhaps we need to question life more closely. Perhaps our refusal to face reality is the only ill we suffer from, and all the rest but illusion and delusion. (p.26)

Greece is the home of the gods; they may have died but their presence still makes itself felt. The gods were of human proportion: they were created out of the human spirit.

The essential thing is to WANT to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.

We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.