Nobody, As Long As He Moves About

We Can Hardly Escape The Feeling That The Unconscious Process Moves Spiral-wise Round A Centre, Gradually Getting Closer, While The Characteristics Of The Centre Grow More And More Distinct.

A Man Who Has Not Passed Through The Inferno Of His Passions Has Never Overcome Them.

The Man Who Promises Everything Is Sure To Fulfil Nothing, And Everyone Who Promises Too Much Is In Danger Of Using Evil Means In Order To Carry Out His Promises, And Is Already On The Road To Perdition.

Life Calls Not For Perfection, But For Completeness.

Whenever We Touch Nature We Get Clean. People Who Have Got Dirty Through Too Much Civilization Take A Walk In The Woods, Or A Bath In The Sea. Entering The Unconscious, Entering Yourself Through Dreams, Is Touching Nature From The Inside And This Is The Same Thing, Things Are Put Right Again.