We have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions.

Active imagination requires a state of reverie, half-way between sleep and waking.

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

Deeply listening to music opens up new avenues of research I'd never even dreamed of. I feel from now on music should be an essential part of every analysis.

No nation keeps its word. A nation is a big, blind worm, following what? Fate perhaps. A nation has no honor, it has no word to keep.

Life is something that has to be lived and not talked about.

My own understanding is the sole treasure I possess, and the greatest. Though infinitely small and fragile in comparison with the powers of darkness, it is still a light, my only light.