It seems as if it is only through an experience of symbolic reality that man, vainly seeking his own “existence” and making a philosophy out of it, can find his way back to a world in which he is no longer a stranger.

Doesn't the world bring forth thinking in human heads with the same necessity that it brings forth blossoms on the plant?

Intuition is perception via the unconscious that brings forth ideas, images, new possibilities and ways out of blocked situations.

How difficult it is to reach anything approaching a moderate and relatively calm point of view in the midst of one's emotions.

Simple things are always the most difficult.

No matter what the world thinks about religious experience, the one who has it possesses a great treasure, a thing that has become for him a source of life, meaning, and beauty, and that has given a new splendor to the world and to mankind.

Life is a luminous pause between two mysteries that are yet one.