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

And if there was no Fall, what then of the need for Redemption? What god was offended and by whom? Some especially touchy cave bear whose skull had been improperly enshrined?

Respect your curses, for they are the instruments of your destiny.

Both the artist and the lover know that perfection is not loveable. It is the clumsiness of a fault that makes a person lovable.

Life is not a problem to be solved but a mystery to be lived. Follow the path that is no path, follow your bliss.

Follow your inner heart and the world moves in and helps.

When we quit thinking primarily about ourselves and our own self-preservation, we undergo a truly heroic transformation of consciousness.