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

I readily admit that I have such a great respect for what happens in the human soul that I would be afraid of disturbing and distorting the silent operation of nature by clumsy interference.

The pendulum of the mind alternates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.

In order to know the light, we must first experience the darkness.

Our intellect has created a new world that dominates nature, and has populated it with monstrous machines.

Only in our creative acts do we step forth into the light and see ourselves whole and complete.

When we must deal with problems, we instinctively resist trying the way that leads through obscurity and darkness. We wish to hear only of unequivocal results, and completely forget that these results can only be brought about when we have ventured into and emerged again from the darkness. But to penetrate the darkness we must summon all the powers of enlightenment that consciousness can offer.