The dream is the liberation of the spirit from the pressure of external nature, a detachment of the soul from the fetters of matter.

He that has eyes to see and ears to hear may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.

No other technique for the conduct of life attaches the individual so firmly to reality as laying emphasis on work; for his work at least gives him a secure place in a portion of reality, in the human community.

Conservatism, however, is too often a welcome excuse for lazy minds, loath to adapt themselves to fast changing conditions.

Obviously one must hold oneself responsible for the evil impulses of one's dreams. In what other way can one deal with them? Unless the content of the dream rightly understood is inspired by alien spirits, it is part of my own being.

I no longer count as one of my merits that I always tell the truth as much as possible; it has become my metier.

Intolerance of groups is often, strangely enough, exhibited more strongly against small differences than against fundamental ones.