I think more and more people are recognizing how much adults and elders are actually needed. That's a gift of the sibling society.

You have an utterly sincere glance when you look around after you are shipwrecked. You weep a long time on an island when you realize what's happened to you.

It is surely a great calamity for a human being to have no obsessions.

Adulthood has something to do with not choosing any of the pure points of view, but living about half of what you really want to live.

Myth and poetry represent a reservoir of vertical thinking, which we could also call longing and gratitude to ancestors. We need that gratitude desperately.

Every part of our personality that we do not love will become hostile to us.

The door to the soul is unlocked; you do not need to please the doorkeeper, the door in front of you is yours, intended for you, and the doorkeeper obeys when spoken to.