Myths are clues to the spiritual potentialities of the human 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.

Man was not breathed into the earth. Man came out of the earth.

For the bliss of the deep abode is not lightly abandoned in favor of the self-scattering of the wakened state.

I think it's important to live life with a knowledge of its mystery, and of your own mystery.

The concept of time shuts off eternity.

The perfect human being is uninteresting-the Buddha who leaves the world, you know. It is the imperfections of life that are lovable.