You've got to say yes to this miracle of life as it is, not on condition that it follow your rules.

The demon that you can swallow gives you it’s power, and the greater life’s pain, the greater life’s reply.

The hero, therefore, is the man or woman who has been able to battle past his personal and local historical limitations.

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

How to get rid of ego as dictator and turn it into messenger and servant and scout, to be in your service, is the trick.

As Freud has shown, blunders are not the merest chance. They are the result of suppressed desires and conflicts. They are ripples on the surface of life, produced by unsuspected springs. And these may be very deep - as deep as the soul itself. The blunder may amount to the opening of a destiny.

The adventure of the hero is the adventure of being alive