Living most of the time in a world created mostly in one's head, does not make for an easy passage in the real world.
His imagination was always more real than the reality of daily life.
...the larger world lay not across oceans but within the human mind and heart.
Dianetics is an adventure. It is an exploration into Terra Incognita, the human mind, that vast and hitherto unknown realm half an inch back of our foreheads.
A man said to me, "You talk to your dead guru?" And I said, "Yeah." He said, "That's in your imagination." And I said, "Yeah!" Because my guru is in my imagination anywhere. Anywhere.
My guru is in my imagination anywhere. Anywhere.
The worlds in which man is evolving as he treads the circle of births and deaths are three: the physical world, the astral or intermediate world, the mental or heavenly world.
Books exist for me not as physical entities with pages and binding, but in the province of my mind.
There's a universe inside your head - a place of pictures and passions, of songs and sorrows. It's everything you are - and it's an utter mystery.
The most beautiful things in the universe are inside the human mind.
The spiritual battle, the loss of victory, is always in the thought-world.
Proper visualization by the exercise of concentration and willpower enables us to materialize thoughts, not only as dreams or visions in the mental realm, but also as experiences in the material realm.
The mind is a far bigger domain than we ever imagined.
Artistic symbols and myths speak out of the primordial, preconscious realm of the mind which is powerful and chaotic. Both symbol and myth are ways of bringing order and form into this chaos.
The experience of life consists of the experience which the spirit has of itself in matter and as matter, in mind and as mind, in emotion, as emotion, etc.
I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then.
the Mind of Man-- My haunt, and the main region of my song.
The mind is the atmosphere of the soul.
Only in thought is man a God; in action and desire we are the slaves of circumstance.
He danced on the knife’s edge between awareness and sleep. When he dreamt like this, he was a king. The world was his to bend. His to burn.
