My own understanding is the sole treasure I possess, and the greatest. Though infinitely small and fragile in comparison with the powers of darkness, it is still a light, my only light.

One finds one's destiny on the path one takes to avoid it.

Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. At all counts, it forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions.

The doctor is effective only when he himself is affected. Only the wounded physician heals.

...consciousness can keep only a few images in full clarity at one time, and even this clarity fluctuates.

The greatest and most important problems of life are all fundamentally insoluble. They can never be solved but only outgrown.

Who has fully realized that history is not contained in thick books but lives in our very blood?