The afternoon of a human life must have a significance of its own, and cannot be merely a pitiful appendage to life's morning.

The totality of the psyche can never be grasped by the intellect alone.

Part of the human Self or Soul is not subject to laws of space and time.

All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination.

When you walk with naked feet, how can you ever forget the Earth?

Not nature, but the "genius of mankind," has knotted the hangman's noose with which it can execute itself at any moment.

Insight that dawns slowly seems to me to have more lasting effects than a fitful idealism, which is unlikely to hold out for long.