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.

I am an orphan, alone: nevertheless I am found everywhere. I am one, but opposed to myself. I am youth and old man at one and the same time. I have known neither father nor mother, because I have had to be fetched out of the deep like a fish, or fell like a white stone from heaven. In woods and mountains I roam, but I am hidden in the innermost soul of man. I am mortal for everyone, yet I am not touched by the cycle of aeons.

Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent.

Man needs difficulties; they are necessary for health.

We discover ourselves through others.

Someone who is brave enough to withdraw all his projections, [is] an individual who is conscious of a pretty thick shadow.

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.