In the older view the goddess Universe was alive, herself organically the Earth, the horizon, and the heavens. Now she is dead, and the universe is not an organism, but a building, with gods at rest in it in luxury: not as personifications of the energies in their manners of operation, but as luxury tenants, requiring service. And Man, accordingly, is not as a child born to flower in the knowledge of his own eternal portion but as a robot fashioned to serve.

At first you might find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred space and use it, eventually something will happen. Your sacred space is where you find yourself again and again.

Any disaster you can survive is an improvement in your character, your stature, and your life

Wherever the poetry of myth is interpreted as biography, history, or science, it is killed.

One great thing about growing old is that nothing is going to lead to anything. Everything is of the moment.

I don't have to have faith, I have experience.

Myth is the secret opening through which the inexhaustible energies of the cosmos pour into human manifestation.