In sleep, fantasy takes the form of dreams. But in waking life, too, we continue to dream beneath the threshold of consciousness, especially when under the influence of repressed or other unconscious complexes.

An old man who cannot bid farewell to life appears as feeble and sickly as the young man who is unable to embrace it.

Nature seemed to me full of wonders, and I wanted to steep myself in them. Every stone, every plant, every single thing seemed alive and indescribably marvelous. I immersed myself in nature, crawled, as it were, into the very essence of nature and away from the whole human world.

Every victory contains the germ of future defeat.

How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole

The man who promises everything is sure to fulfil nothing, and everyone who promises too much is in danger of using evil means in order to carry out his promises, and is already on the road to perdition.

There is no such thing as a pure extrovert or a pure introvert. Such a man would be in the lunatic asylum.