I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancy of miracles.

If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.

The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer's darkroom. Like a laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or it becomes the solitary cell of the neurotic.

We are beginning to see the influence of dream upon reality and reality upon dream.

All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished.

Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.

In my dreams I sleep with everybody.