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.

Evil I had never found satisfactorily placeable as an integral element of the universal, or total, content of existence. Indeed, evil is evil just because there is no logical place for it, no room in reality for it. It is unreal, and yet real as something unreal.

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

Learning can be a bridge between doing and thinking. But then there is a danger that the person who uses learning as a bridge between doing and thinking may get stuck in learning and never get on to thinking.

Appearances do not deceive if there are enough of them.

Women, ever since there have been women, have had a way of being people.

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