Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument.

We don't get wounded alone and we don't heal alone.

The descent into the depths always seems to precede the ascent.

Whenever we give up, leave behind, and forget too much, there is always the danger that the things we have neglected will return with added force

Only a life lived in a certain spirit is worth living. It is a remarkable fact that a life lived entirely from the ego is dull not only for the person himself but for all concerned.

Man is the mirror God holds up to himself, the sense organ with which he apprehends his being.

Becoming conscious is of course a sacrilege against nature; it is as though you had robbed the unconscious of something.