Joy is in the ears that hear.

Futility is the defining characteristic of life.

There is no life which does not possess its own importance, no life which may not be touched by greatness at any time -- Yes, be touched by greatness and have a hand in it. (from The Mirror of Her Dreams)

I may not yet be as old as dirt, but dirt and I are starting to have an awful lot in common.

We need metaphors of magic and monsters in order to understand the human condition.

Stone and sea are deep in life Two unalterable symbols of the world Permanence at rest And permanence in motion Participants in the power that remains

Any belief that puts itself beyond doubt nurtures its own collapse.