Dream The Dream Onward.

If God Wishes To Be Born As Man And To Unite Mankind In The Fellowship Of The Holy Ghost, He Suffers The Terrible Torment Of Having To Bear The World In Its Reality. It Is A Crux; Indeed, He Himself Is His Own Cross. The World Is God's Suffering, And Every Individual Human Being Who Wishes Even To Approach His Own Wholeness Knows Very Well That This Means Bearing His Own Cross. But The Eternal Promise For Him Who Bears His Own Cross Is The Paraclete.

The Debt We Owe To The Play Of Imagination Is Incalculable.

I Deliberately And Consciously Give Preference To A Dramatic, Mythological Way Of Thinking And Speaking, Because This Is Not Only More Expressive But Also More Exact Than An Abstract Scientific Terminology, Which Is Wont To Toy With The Notion That Its Theoretic Formulations May One Fine Day Be Resolved Into Algebraic Equations.

Who Has Fully Realized That History Is Not Contained In Thick Books But Lives In Our Very Blood?

The Creative Mind Plays With The Object It Loves.