Our souls as well as our bodies are composed of individual elements which were all already present in the ranks of our ancestors. The "newness" in the individual psyche is an endlessly varied recombination of age-old components.

Hurry is not of the devil; hurry is the devil.

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

Shame is a soul eating emotion.

Magic is the science of the jungle.

The greater the tension, the greater is the potential.

To find out what is truly individual in ourselves, profound reflection is needed; and suddenly we realize how uncommonly difficult the discovery of individuality is.