“Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again.”

Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say -the pain of being truly alive.

I always tell my students, go where your body and soul want to go. When you have the feeling, then stay with it, and don’t let anyone throw you off.

Where you stumble and fall, there you will find gold.

Gods suppressed become devils, and often it is these devils whom we first encounter when we turn inward.

The myth does not point to a fact; the myth points beyond facts to something that informs the fact.

How do you find the divine power in yourself? The word enthusiasm means ‘filled with a god,’ so what makes you enthusiastic? Follow it. So I have a little word: follow your bliss. The bliss is the message of God to yourself. That’s where your life is.

The Fates guide those who will and drag those who won’t!

Find a place inside where there’s joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.

Let the world be as it is and learn to rock with the waves.

The purpose of the journey is compassion. When you have come past the pairs of opposites, you have reached compassion.

Vegetarians are people who cannot hear tomatos screaming.

Change the focus of the eye. When you have done that, then the end of the world as you formerly knew it will have occurred, and you will experience the radiance of the divine presence everywhere, here and now.

Suddenly you’re ripped into being alive. And life is pain, and life is suffering, and life is horror, but my god you’re alive and its spectacular.

You’ve got to say yes to this miracle of life as it is, not on condition that it follow your rules.

The problem of making the inner meet the outer of today is, of course, the function of the artist.

If you follow your bliss…the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living.

It is the dialogue that matters most, not its imagined end. It is the sacred act of inquiry wherein we gently trace the experienced outlines of an ever-greater whole.

To me, authentic love is a sacred encounter we all yearn for.

Pagans exalt sacred things, the Prophets extol sacred deeds.

If ‘ecstasy’ meant the sudden intrusion of the sacred into the ordinary, then it had just happened to me.

Those of faith who plant sacred thoughts in the uplands of time, the secret gardeners of the Lord in mankind’s desolate hopes, may slacken and tarry but rarely betray their vocation.

The road to the sacred leads through the secular.

The task of life is to face sacred moments.

Food sacred to the manes or to the gods must be given to a man distinguished by sacred knowledge, for hands, smeared with blood, cannot be cleansed with blood.