The great artist, whether he be musician, painter, or poet, is known for this absolute unexpectedness.

Each and all, we are riding into the dark. Even living, we cannot remember half the events of our own days.

The freedom to create is somehow linked with facility of access to those obscure regions below the conscious mind.

Once in a lifetime, perhaps, one escapes the actual confines of the flesh. Once in a lifetime, if one is lucky, one so merges with sunlight and air and running water that whole eons, the eons that mountains and deserts know, might pass in a single afternoon without discomfort.

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

It is surely one of the curious paradoxes of history that science which professionally has little to do with faith, owes its origins to an act of faith that the universe can be rationally interpreted, and that science today is sustained by that assumption.

The creative element in the mind of man . . . emerges in as mysterious a fashion as those elementary particles which leap into momentary existence in great cyclotrons, only to vanish again like infinitesimal ghosts.