Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.

An inflated consciousness is always egocentric and conscious of nothing but its own existence. It is incapable of learning from the past, incapable of understanding contemporary events, and incapable of drawing right conclusions about the future. It is hypnotized by itself and therefore cannot be argued with. It inevitably dooms itself to calamities that must strike it dead.

When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate.

From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.

The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.

Our blight is ideologies -- they are the long-expected Antichrist!

It all depends on how we look at things, and not how they are in themselves.

Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakens.

Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.

Nothing is more repulsive than a furtively prurient spirituality; it is just as unsavory as gross sensuality.