A patient doesn't select his physical ailments. They happen to him. You could just as well ask when you are eaten by a crocodile, 'How did you select that crocodile?'. Nonsense. He has selected you. The patient doesn't even select the symptoms unconsciously. That is an extraordinary exaggeration of the subject to say he was choosing such things. They get him.

A collection of a hundred great brains makes one big fathead.

To the critical intelligence, nothing is left of absolute reality.

Every civilized human being, whatever his conscious development, is still an archaic man at the deeper levels of his psyche.

What you resist persist.

Language, in its origin and essence, is simply a system of signs or symbols that denote real occurrences or their echo in the human soul.

This whole creation is essentially subjective, and the dream is the theater where the dreamer is at once: scene, actor, prompter, stage manager, author, audience, and critic.