To justify and extol human greed and egotism is to my mind not only immoral, but evil.
Not easily may an individual escape the deep slavery of the herd.
The Wise are silent, the Foolish speak, and children are thus led astray.
Adventures come to the adventurous, and mysterious things fall in the way of those who, with wonder and imagination, are on the watch for them; but the majority of people go past the doors that are half ajar, thinking them closed, and fail to notice the faint stirrings of the great curtain that hangs ever in the form of appearances between them and the world of causes behind.
My imagination requires a judicious rein; I am afraid to let it loose, for it carries me sometimes into appalling places beyond the stars and beneath the world.
When common objects in this way be come charged with the suggestion of horror, they stimulate the imagination far more than things of unusual appearance; and these bushes, crowding huddled about us, assumed for me in the darkness a bizarre grotesquerie of appearance that lent to them somehow the aspect of purposeful and living creatures. Their very ordinariness, I felt, masked what was malignant and hostile to us.
Ritual is the passage way of the soul into the Infinite.
The privilege of being a writer is that you have this opportunity to slow down and to consider things.
I understand I have no place here. I understand I am lost in the god's eye. I understand I must find my purpose or I will go mad in this green, godless place.
An idea discovered is much better possessed.
You can't win an argument. You can't because if you lose it, you lose it; and if you win it, you lose it.