Dreams are the guiding words of the Soul.

You must live life in such a spirit that you make in every moment the best of possibilities.

I am the triple owner of the world, the finest Turkey, the Lorelei, Germania and Helvetia of exclusively sweet butter and Naples, and I must supply the whole world with macaroni.

What you resist persist.

I live in my deepest hell and from there I cannot fall any further.

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

Our mania for rational explanations obviously has its roots in our fear of metaphysics, for the two were always hostile brothers. Hence, anything unexpected that approaches us from the dark realm is regarded either as coming from outside and, therefore, as real, or else as a hallucination and, therefore, not true. The idea that anything could be real or true which does not come from outside has hardly begun to dawn on contemporary man.