There are instances when we are like horses, we psychologists, and grow restless: we see our own shadow wavering up and down before us. A psychologist must look away from himself in order to see anything at all.

The rising and falling of the scales of pride and humility sustain the brooding mind as well as the alternations of desire and peace of the soul.

Human existence basically is──a never to be completed imperfect tense.

The worst readers are those who behave like plundering troops: they take away a few things they can use, dirty and confound the remainder, and revile the whole.

Love, too, has to be learned.

Assuming that rapture is nature's play with man, the Dionysian artist's creative activity is the play with rapture.

The great epochs of our life come when we gain the courage to rechristen our evil as what is best in us.