Poets are simply those who have made a profession and a lifestyle of being in touch with their bliss.

Privation and suffering alone open the mind to all that is hidden to others. (Igjugarjuk)

The dark night of the soul comes just before revelation.

A sound precipitates air, then fire, then water and earth- and that's how the world becomes.

Follow your bliss and don't be afraid, and door will open where you didn't know they were going to be.

Marriage . . . is not a love affair; it is an ordeal. (92)

The role of the artist I now understood as that of revealing through the world-surfaces the implicit forms of the soul, and the great agent to assist the artist was the myth.