We have perhaps a natural fear of ends. We would rather be always on the way than arrive. Given the means, we hang on to them and often forget the ends.

It is when power is wedded to chronic fear that it becomes formidable.

To believe that if we could have but this or that we would be happy is to suppress the realization that the cause of our unhappiness is in our inadequate and blemished selves. Excessive desire is thus a means of suppressing our sense of worthlessness.

Creativity is the ability to introduce order into the randomness of nature.

To the creative individual all experience is seminal-all events are equidistant from new ideasand insights.

Excesses are essentially gestures. It is easy to be extremely cruel, magnanimous, humble or self-sacrificing when we see ourselves as actors in a performance.

The real Antichrist is he who turns the wine of an original idea into the water of mediocrity.