Shakespeare said that art is a mirror held up to nature. And that’s what it is. The nature is your nature, and all of these wonderful poetic images of mythology are referring to something in you. When your mind is trapped by the image out there so that you never make the reference to yourself, you have misread the image.

What am I? Am I the bulb that carries the light, or am I the light of which the bulb is a vehicle?

The world is full of people who have stopped listening to themselves or have listened only to their neighbors to learn what they ought to do, how they ought to behave, and what the values are they should be living for.

One way or another, we all have to find what best fosters the flowering of our humanity in this contemporary life, and dedicate ourselves to that.

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

Wars and temper tantrums are the makeshifts of ignorance; regrets are illuminations come too late.

The call to adventure signifies that destiny has summoned the hero.