Nature is a petrified magic city.

All power appears only in transition. Permanent power is stuff.

The mysterious path goes inward. It is in us, and not anywhere else, where the eternity of the worlds, the past and the future are found.

How do we see physically? No differently that we do in our consciousness - by means of the productive power of imagination. Consciousness is the eye and ear, the sense for inner and outer meaning.

The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap.

The artist stands on the human being as a statue does on a pedestal.

Character is perfectly educated will.