The curve of life is like the parabola of a projectile which, disturbed from its initial state of rest, rises and then returns to a state of repose... Like a projectile flying to its goal, life ends in death. Even its ascent and its zenith are only steps and means to this goal... For, enlightenment or no enlightenment, consciousness or no consciousness, nature prepares itself for death.

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

Hurry is not of the devil; hurry is the devil.

In some way or other we are part of a single, all-embracing psyche, a single 'greatest man. . . .'

The artist is not a person endowed with free will who seeks his own ends, but one who allows it to realize its supreme purpose through him.

We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect. The judgement of the intellect is only part of the truth.

The more one sees of human fate and the more one examines its secret springs of action, the more one is impressed by the strength of unconscious motives and by the limitations of free choice