Hold on to your divine blush, your innate rosy magic, or end up brown. Once you're brown, you'll find out you're blue. As blue as indigo. And you know what that means. Indigo. Indigoing. Indigone.

Using words to describe magic is like using a screwdriver to cut roast beef.

To achieve the marvelous, it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.

You need something to open up a new door, to show you something you seen before but overlooked a hundred times or more. You need something to open yer eyes- you need something to make it known that it's you and no one else that owns that spot that yer standing, that space that yer sitting, that the world aint got you beat, that it aint got you licked- it can't get you crazy no matter how many times you might get kicked. You need something special to give you hope- but hope's just a word that maybe you said or maybe you heard on some windy corner 'round a wide angled curve- but that's what you need, man, and you need it bad- and yer trouble is you know it too good.

You must be vulnerable to be sensitive to reality. And to be vulnerable is just another way of saying that one has nothing more to lose. I don't have anything but darkness to lose.

One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.

You meet your destiny on the road you take to avoid it.

It is really the mistake of our age. We think it is enough to discover new things, but we don't realize that knowing more demands a cor­responding development of morality.

The decisive question for man is:

Is he related to something infinite or not? 

That is the telling question of his life. 

Only if we know that the thing which truly matters is the infinite can we avoid fixing our interests upon futilities, and upon all kinds of goals which are not of real importance...If we understand and feel that here in this life we already have a link with the infinite, desires and attitudes change. 

In the final analysis, we count for something only because of the essential we embody, and if we do not embody that, life is wasted. 

In our relationships to other men, too, the crucial question is whether an element of boundlessness is expressed in the relationship.

Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we to play of imagination is incalculable.