The interpretation of dreams is a great art.
Let no one who can be his own belong to another.
All things are poisons. It is simply the dose that distinguishes between a poison and a remedy.
Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new.
Thoughts give birth to a creative force that is neither elemental nor sidereal. Thoughts create a new heaven, a new firmament, a new source of energy, from which new arts flow. When a man undertakes to create something, he establishes a new heaven.
However, anyone to whom this happens should not leave his room upon awakening, should speak to no-one, but remain alone and sober until everything comes back to him, and he recalls the dream.