It is ... through the world of the imagination which takes us beyond the restrictions of provable fact, that we touch the hem of truth.

It might be a good idea if, like the White Queen, we practiced believing six impossible things every morning before breakfast, for we are called on to believe what to many people is impossible. Instead of rejoicing in this glorious "impossible" which gives meaning and dignity to our lives, we try to domesticate God, to make his might actions comprehensible to our finite minds.

When I start a new seminar I tell my students that I will undoubtedly contradict myself, and that I will mean both things. But an acceptance of contradiction is no excuse for fuzzy thinking. We do have to use our minds as far as they will take us, yet acknowledge that they cannot take us all the way.

Ridicule is a terrible witherer of the flower of imagination. It binds us where we should be free.

The discipline of creation, be it to paint, compose, write, is an effort towards wholeness.

An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy.