Many difficulties which nature throws in our way 

may be smoothed away by the exercise of intelligence.

Trust not too much to appearances.

The debt we owe 

to the play of imagination 

is incalculable.

Meaning is what essence becomes 

when it is divorced from the object of reference 

and wedded to the word.

Skeptical scrutiny is the means, 

in both science and religion, 

by which deep thoughts can be winnowed from deep nonsense.

Psychologically experienced consciousness is therefore no longer pure consciousness; 

construed objectively in this way, 

consciousness itself becomes something transcendent, 

becomes an event in that spatial world which appears, 

by virtue of consciousness, 

to be transcendent.

Every word or concept, 

clear as it may seem to be, 

has only a limited range of applicability.

Painting is silent poetry, 

and poetry is painting that speaks.

Words will not fail when the matter is well considered.

The social, as opposed to the mystical function of a mythology, 

is not to open the mind, but to enclose it: 

to bind a local people together in mutual support 

by offering images that awaken the heart 

to recognitions of commonality, 

without allowing these to escape the monadic compound.

The seat of the soul is there,

where the outer and inner worlds meet

The life of a mythology derives from 

the vitality of is symbols as metaphors 

delivering, not simply the idea, 

but a sense of actual participation 

in such a realisation of transcendence, infinity and abundance.

The best lack all conviction, 

while the worst

are full of passionate intensity

Individuation is but an appearance in a field of space and time,

these being the conditioning forms

through which my cognitive faculties

apprehend their objects.

They exist, that is to say,

only in my mental representation.

My own true inner being 

actually exists

in every living creature

as truly and immediately

as known to my consciousness

only in myself.

The progress of science is strewn, 

like an ancient desert trail, 

with the bleached skeleton of discarded theories 

which once seemed to possess eternal life.