We don't really heal anything; we simply let it go.

Most of our difficulties come from losing contact with our instincts, with the age-old forgotten wisdom stored up in us.

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul.

Science...is part and parcel of our knowledge and obscures our insight only when it holds that the understanding given by it is the only kind there is.

Twelve experts gathered in one room equal one big idiot.

Just imagine what would happen if practicing physicians, the ones who have come into contact directly with suffering humanity, had some acquaintance with Eastern systems of healing. The Spirit of the East surges through every pore as a balm for all afflictions.

As one grows older one must try not to work oneself to death unnecessarily. At least that's how it is with me... I can scarcely keep pace and must watch out that the creative forces do not chase me around the universe in a wallop.