The future is not there waiting for us. We create it by the power of imagination.

There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.

A perfect human being: Man in search of his ideal of perfection. Nothing less.

Dive deeply into the miracle of life and let the tips of your wings be burnt by the flame, let your feet be lacerated by the thorns, let your heart be stirred by human emotion, and let your soul be lifted beyond the earth.

Overcome any bitterness that may have come because you were not up to the magnitude of the pain entrusted to you. Like the mother of the world who carries the pain of the world in her heart, you are sharing in a certain measure of that cosmic pain, and are called upon to meet it in joy instead of self pity.

The future is not there waiting for us. We create it by the power of imagination.

The reason why we are disenchanted with ourselves is because we entertain in the depths of our psyche a kind of vision-an anticipated vision of what we could be if we would be what we might be.