Nature loves courage. You make the commitment and nature will respond to that commitment by removing impossible obstacles. Dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up.

No one knows enough to worry.

We do not birth our children into the world of nature. We birth our children into the world of culture.

The real secret of magic is that the world is made of words, and that if you know the words that the world is made of you can make of it whatever you wish.

The major adventure is to claim your authentic, true being, which is not culturally given to you. The culture will not explain to you how to be a real human being. It will tell you how to be banker, politician, Indian chief, masseuses, actress, whatever, but it will not give you true being.

We have to recognize that the world is not something sculptured and finished, which we as perceivers walk through like patrons in a museum; the world is something we make through the act of perception.

What we call reality is in fact nothing more than a culturally sanctioned and linguistically reinforced hallucination.

There is no knowledge without risk taking.

How do we fight back? By creating art.

As the bonfires of knowledge grow brighter, the more the darkness is revealed to our startled eyes.

The cost of sanity in this society, is a certain level of alienation.

You put two egos together and you've either got a conflict, which is always interesting, or better yet, a love affair.

To my mind this makes psychedelics central to any political reconstruction, because these are the only force in nature that actually dissolve linguistic structures; lets the mechanics of syntax be visible, allows the possibility for rapid introduction and spread of new concepts; gives permission for new ways of seeing; and this is what we have to do, we have to change our minds.

The artist's task is to save the soul of mankind; and anything less is a dithering while Rome burns. Because of the artists, who are self-selected, for being able to journey into the Other, if the artists cannot find the way, then the way cannot be found.

The world is not made of anti-mu mesons, quarks, and photons, and electromagnetic fields. Reality is made of words.

Knowledge, or verbal facility, is no proof that you know what you're talking about.

We are led by the least among us - the least intelligent, the least noble, the least visionary. We are led by the least among us and we do not fight back against the dehumanizing values that are handed down as control icons.

Our world is endangered by the absence of good ideas.

If we could feel what we are doing to the Earth, we would stop immediately.

We don't have to look far for miracles because they're all around us. Everything is astonishing. The universe on its surface is alive with mystery.

Being imposes some kind of obligation to find out what's going on.

Cultures are virtual realities made of language.

It is not easy to measure the ocean, but we can be measured by it, confront it, and be in it.