We're in a freefall into future. 

We don't know where we're going. 

Things are changing so fast, 

and always when you're going through a long tunnel, 

anxiety comes along.

And all you have to do

to transform your hell into a paradise 

is to turn your fall into a voluntary act. 

It's a very interesting shift of perspective
and that's all it is... 

joyful participation in the sorrows of the world

and everything changes.

The joy of discovery is certainly the liveliest that the mind of man can ever feel.

Happy is he who gets to know the reasons for things.

The scientist does not study nature because it is useful; 

he studies it because he delights in it, 

and he delights in it because it is beautiful.

Poetry is not the proper antithesis to prose, but to science. 

Poetry is opposed to science, and prose to meter. 

The proper and immediate object of science is the acquirement, or communication of truth; 

the proper and immediate object of poetry is the communication of immediate pleasure.

No problem can stand the assault of sustained thinking.

We see only what we know.

Myth must be kept alive. 

The people who can keep it alive are artists of one kind or another. 

The function of the artist is the mythologisation of the environment and the world.

Here we are, 

trapped in the amber of the moment. 

There is no why.

Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.

An understanding of the natural world 

and what's in it 

is a source of not only a great curiosity 

but great fulfillment.

What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, 

and our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow: 

Our life is the creation of our mind.

A multitude of words is no proof of a prudent mind.

We're so engaged in doing things to achieve purposes of outer value 

that we forget that the inner value, 

the rapture that is associated with being alive, 

is what it's all about.

I would say that all our sciences are the material that has to be mythologised. 

A mythology gives spiritual import — 

what one might call rather the psychological, inward import, 

of the world of nature round about us, 

as understood today.