“What I fear most, I think, is the death of the imagination. When the sky outside is merely pink, and the rooftops merely black: that photographic mind which paradoxically tells the truth, but the worthless truth, about the world. It is that synthesizing spirit, that "shaping" force, which prolifically sprouts and makes up its own worlds with more inventiveness than God which I desire. If I sit still and don't do anything, the world goes on beating like a slack drum, without meaning. We must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.” DeathImaginationVisionCreativityMeaningful LifeBlandnessPoverty Of SpiritCreative Death Book:The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath Source: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“It has been granted to you to understand that the heavenly light of unceasing interior prayer is attained neither by the wisdom of this world, nor by the mere outward desire of knowledge, but that on the contrary it is found in poverty of spirit and in active experience in simplicity of heart.” WorldWisdomPrayerKnowledgeHeavenly LightPoverty Of SpiritSimplicity Of HeartUnceasing Interior Prayer Book:The Way of a Pilgrim Source: The Way of a Pilgrim