“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.”

In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.

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

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, awakes.

The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases.

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

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.