The mind has grown to its present state of consciousness as an acorn grows into an oak, or as saurians developed into mammals.

Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. At all counts, it forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions.

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

Every psychic advance of man arises from the suffering of the soul.

It is often tragic to see how blatantly a man bungles his own life and the lives of others yet remains totally incapable of seeing how much the whole tragedy originates in himself, and how he continually feeds it and keeps it going.

The dream arises from a part of the mind unknown to us, but none the less important, and is concerned with the desires for the approaching day.

The word 'belief' is a difficult thing for me. I don't believe. I must have a reason for a certain hypothesis. Either I know a thing, and then I know it - I don't need to believe it.