The capacity for inner dialogue is a touchstone for outer objectivity.

Moreover, my ancestors' souls are sustained by the atmosphere of the house, since I answer for them the questions that their lives once left behind. I carve out rough answers as best I can. I have even drawn them on the walls. It is as if a silent, greater family, stretching down the centuries, were peopling the house.

The man who speaks with primordial images, speaks with a thousand tongues.

...anyone who attempts to do both, to adjust to his group and at the same time pursue his individual goal, becomes neurotic.

In the last analysis, the essential thing is the life of individual. This alone makes history, here alone do the great transformations take place, and the whole future, the whole history of the world, ultimately springs as a gigantic summation from these hidden source in individuals.

It all depends on how we look at things, and not how they are in themselves.

Freedom stretches only as far as the limits of our consciousness.