Nature is what you don't have to trouble about. It looks after itself.

rummaging in the storehouses of religious or literary history for myth-matter for ideational uses is of the nature of spiritual vulgarity.

How our story has been divided up among the truth-telling professions! Religion, philosophy, history, poetry, compete with each other for our ears; and science competes with all together. And for each we have a different set of ears. But, though we hear much, what we are told is as nothing: none of it gives us ourselves, rather each story-kind steals us to make its reality of us.

Until the missing story of ourselves is told, nothing besides told can suffice us: we shall go on quietly craving it.

... whatever is not happening now is unimportant; it is merely curious.

The sciences that purport to treat of human things -- the new scientific storyings of the social, the political, the racial or ethnic, and the psychic, nature of human beings -- treat not of human things but mere things, things that make up the physical, or circumstantial, content of human life but are not of the stuff of humanity, have not the human essence in them.

Poetry brings all possible experience to the same degree: a degree in the consciousness beyond which the consciousness itself cannot go.