We are wistful about the golden days of the past and dream of a distant future unclouded by necessity. But I suspect that if our inner souls were asked what in life they really missed, the answer would be primal danger and stress.

Such self-transformation is the most difficult and dangerous challenge to the imagination, and it is the most rewarding. Meeting it is only possible for the person whose mind is open to contradictions and well-practiced in free conjecture.

Excellence of mind itself, rightly conceived, is expertise in beauty; creativity is wise love.

Those who labor for bread or money alone are condemned to their reward.

Psychologically time is seldom homogenous but rather is as full of shapes as space.

The recalling of beautiful things, whether they are your own experiences or the acheivements of others, is a creative act. Simple ideas can be restated by rote; but profound ideas must be recreated by will and imagination.

The reason so many promises are not kept is the same as the reason they are made in the first place.