One is forced to speak not of what is held in common between the cultures, but what is held in common between the myths, and that in its simplest archetypal forms

I know that in many things I am not like others, but I do not know what I really am like. Man cannot compare himself with any other creature; he is not a monkey, not a cow, not a tree. I am a man. But what is it to be that? Like every other being, I am a splinter of the infinite deity, but I cannot contrast myself with any animal, any plant or any stone. Only a mythical being has a range greater than man's. How then can man form any definite opinions about himself?

There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.

One cannot live without inconsistency

I could not say I believe. I know! I have had the experience of being gripped by something that is stronger than myself, something that people call God.

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