It is remarkable how a man cannot summarize his thoughts in even the most general sort of way without betraying himself completely, without putting his whole self into it, quite unawares, presenting as if in allegory the basic themes and problems of his life.

If you are possessed by an idea, you find it expressed everywhere, you even smell it.

For the myth is the foundation of life; it is the timeless schema, the pious formula into which life flows when it reproduces its traits out of the unconscious.

Everything is politics.

War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.

What good would politics be, if it didn’t give everyone the opportunity to make moral compromises.

Order and simplification are the first steps toward the mastery of a subject.