Whenever men have looked for something solid on which to found their lives, they have chosen not the facts in which the world abounds, but the myths of an immemorial imagination.

Nothing can happen to you that is not positive. Even though it looks and feels at the moment like a negative crisis, it is not. The crisis throws you back, and when you are required to exhibit strength, it comes.

In choosing your god, you choose your way of looking at the universe. There are plenty of Gods. Choose yours.

All the gods, all the heavens, all the hells, are within you.

Myth must be kept alive. The people who can keep it alive are the artists of one kind or another.

Love is exactly as strong as life.

Myths are so intimately bound to culture, time, and place that unless the symbols, the metaphors, are kept alive by constant recreation through the arts, the life just slips away from them.