Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.

Most of our difficulties come from losing contact with our instincts, with the age-old forgotten wisdom stored up in us.

What happens after death is so unspeakably glorious that our imagination and our feelings do not suffice to form even an approximate conception of it. The dissolution of our time-bound form in eternity brings no loss of meaning.

It is proverbial, of course, that man never learns from history, and, as a rule, in respect to a problem of the present, it can teach us simply nothing. The new must be made through untrodden regions, without suppositions, and often, unfortunately, without piety also.

It is only our deeds that reveal who we are.

It is a bewildering thing in human life that the things that cause the greatest fear is the source of the greatest wisdom.

When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate.