We now realize that we're not living in a piecemeal world, but a world where everything is linked together.

Mystical experiences (unlike scientific conclusions) cannot be communicated from one person to another. Philosophers and little children are continually amazed that we, unaccountably, find ourselves in a somewhat intelligible world.

We all yearn to fly. We are creatures of longing. We do not need to [physically fly] to be airborne. What I call the aerial instinct-the drive to transcend our present condition- is the defining characteristic of a human being. We are restless animals, eternal travelers who are forever in the process of becoming. Consciousness itself is a flight from the here and now to the beyond. Our reach always exceeds our grasp, which is what Heaven is for.

In the degree that we remember and retell our stories and create new ones we become the authors, the authorities, of our own lives.

I've spent my life cultivating knowledge of myself. But the more I know myself, the more utterly mysterious I become.

Down to earth advice about the path that leads away from the kingdom of the hollow men.

What shapes our lives are the questions we ask, refuse to ask, or never think to ask.