“Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.”

“What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident? And are there not moods which need heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland for their expression, no less than this dilapidated earth? Nay, are there not moods which shall find no expression unless there be men who dare to mix heaven, hell, purgatory, and faeryland together, or even to set the heads of beasts to the bodies of men, or to thrust the souls of men into the heart of rocks? Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet." (A Teller of Tales)”

“Everything exists, everything is true and the earth is just a bit of dust beneath our feet.”

“Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.”

“Whatever our calling, regardless of our fears or anxieties, let us pray and then go and do.”

“Nothing to be feared of. Stop being feared, let yourself explore in everything, let yourself see the true world that is wasted by everything.”