Every victory contains the germ of future defeat.

All my writings may be considered tasks imposed from within, their source was a fateful compulsion. What I wrote were things that assailed me from within myself. I permitted the spirit that moved me to speak out.

The world hangs on a thin thread, and that is the psyche of man.

A dream that is not understood remains a mere occurrence; understood it becomes a living experience.

The inner man has access to the sense organs of god.

Ultimate truth, if there be such a thing, demands the concert of many voices.

When goals go, meaning goes. When meaning goes, purpose goes. When purpose goes, life goes dead on our hands.