There is no security in following the call to adventure.

A hero is not a champion of things become, but of things becoming; the dragon to be slain by him is precisely the monster of the status quo.

Dragons, you know, we have a good deal of biology and zoology about the dragon; we know their habits. The dragon tends to guard things, and he usually has these guarded in a cave... Now dragons don't know what to do either with beautiful girls or gold, but they just hang on. There are people like this. We call them creeps.

We save the world by being alive ourselves.

For we have not even to risk the adventure alone, for the heros of all time have gone before us.

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

What will they think of me? Must be put aside for bliss