We are one of many appearances of the thing called Life; we are not its perfect image, for it has no perfect image except Life, and life is multitudinous and emergent in the stream of time.

There is nothing very 'normal' about nature.

Many of us who walk to and fro upon our usual tasks are prisoners drawing mental maps of escape.

A man who has once looked with the archaeological eye will never see quite normally. He will be wounded by what other men call trifles. It is possible to refine the sense of time until an old shoe in the bunch grass or a pile of nineteenth century beer bottles in an abandoned mining town tolls in one's head like a hall clock.

At the core of the universe, the face of God wears a smile

To have dragons one must have change; that is the first principle of dragon lore.

In the days of the frost seek an minor sun.