There was a time when people accepted magical experiences as natural. There were no priests then, and no one went chasing after the secrets of the occult.

There was a language in the world that everyone understood, a language the boy had used throughout the time that he was trying to improve things at the shop. It was the language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love and purpose, and as part of a search for something believed in and desired.

I've always been a very restless person. I work hard, spend too much time looking after my son, I dance like a mad thing, I learned calligraphy. I go to courses on selling, I read one book after another. But that's all a way of avoiding those moments when nothing is happening, because those blank spaces give me a feeling of absolute emptiness, in which not a single crumb of love exists.

There is only one way to learn. It's through action. Everything you need to know you have learned through your journey.

Learn to recognize omens, and follow them

I must have no fear of failure. It was my fear of failure that first kept me from attempting the Master Work.

In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are alike.