It has always been the prime function of mythology and rite to supply the symbols that carry the human spirit forward.

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

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

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

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.

Questing... is not an ego trip; it is an adventure to bring into fulfillment your gift to the world, which is yourself.

Every people is a chosen people in its own mind. And it is rather amusing that their name for themselves usually means mankind.