Our goal is not to get out of the world or to get out of life, but to integrate it, to celebrate it, to embrace it fully, and to embrace all the different cycles within it.

The Goddess does not rule the world; She is the world. Manifest in each of us, She can be known internally by every individual, in all her magnificent diversity.

Solidarity is based on the principle that we are willing to put ourselves at risk to protect each other.

The Goddess does not rule the world; She is the world.

To work magic is to weave the unseen forces into form; to soar beyond sight; to explore the uncharted dream realm of the hidden reality.

Earth Mother, you who are called by a thousand names. May all remember we are cells in your body and dance together.

The long sleep of Mother Goddess is ended. May She awaken in each of our hearts - Merry meet, merry part, and blessed be.

Beware of organizations that proclaim their devotion to the light without embracing, bowing to the dark; for when they idealize half the world they must devalue the rest.

Through the Goddess, we can discover our strength, enlighten our minds, own our bodies, and celebrate our emotions.

Energy moves in cycles, circles, spirals, vortexes, whirls, pulsations, waves, and rhythms—rarely if ever in simple straight lines.

Community means strength that joins our strength to do the work that needs to be done. Arms to hold us when we falter. A circle of healing. A circle of friends. Someplace where we can be free.

Writing is like a religion to those who don't practise, an act of faith for those who do.

When you make a commitment to live a life of bliss, everyday is an opportunity to live the dream awake.

Every fool has a reason for feeling sorry for himself.

You know,” Cecily said, “you really didn’t have to throw that man through the window.

My father died in 1930, but if you told him or anybody almost in that time that you'd be able to sit back in England and watch a cricket game in Australia, they'd have you put in the loony bin.

Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things.

Whatever good things people say of us, they tell us nothing new.

The simple life which blandly ignores all care and conflict, soon becomes flabby and invertebrate, sentimental and gelatinous.

I think pretty much all people who love each other had some kind of thing at first sight. I mean, there has to be some kind of moment where you, like, feel a different energy around someone.

Have a core concept, but wrap it in a full business model.