The Judgment Of The Intellect Is, At

I Cannot Love Anyone If I Hate Myself. That Is The Reason Why We Feel So Extremely Uncomfortable In The Presence Of People Who Are Noted For Their Special Virtuousness, For They Radiate An Atmosphere Of The Torture They Inflict On Themselves. That Is Not A Virtue But A Vice.

Dreams Are Symbolic In Order That They Cannot Be Understood; In Order That The Wish, Which Is The Source Of The Dream, May Remain Unknown.

Without Freedom There Can Be No Morality.

The Debt We Owe To The Play Of Imagination Is Incalculable.

A True Symbol Appears Only When There Is A Need To Express What Thought Cannot Think Or What Is Only Divined Or Felt.