If only simplicity were not the most difficult of all things. It consists of watching objectively the development of any fragment of fantasy.

But what will he do when he sees only too clearly why his patient is ill; when he sees that it arises from his having no love, but only sexuality; no faith, because he is afraid to grope in the dark; no hope, because he is disillusioned by the world and by life; and no understanding, because he has failed to read the meaning of his own existence?

The heaping together of paintings by Old Masters in museums is a catastrophe; likewise, a collection of a hundred Great Brains makes one big fathead.

The sure path can only lead to death.

The fact is that certain ideas exist almost everywhere and at all times and can even spontaneously create themselves quite independently of migration and tradition.

Nothing is more repulsive than a furtively prurient spirituality; it is just as unsavoury as gross sensuality.

Dreams are the guiding words of the Soul.