I think of a myth as a story that helps you explain all the different pieces of your life. In that broad sense, there is no way to live without mythology.

The gift finds the man attractive who stands with an empty bowl he does not own.

Irony has only emergency use. Carried over time it is the voice of the trapped who have come to enjoy their cage.

True citizens are not the audience of their government, nor its consumers; they are its makers.

We are only alive to the degree that we can let ourselves be moved.

But neither money nor machines can create. They shuttle tokens of energy, but they do not transform. A civilization based on them puts people out of touch with their creative powers.

Art does not organize parties, nor is it the servant or colleague of power. Rather, the work of art becomes a political force simply through the faithful representation of the spirit. It is a political act to create an image of the self or of the collective.