We Do Not Know Whether Hitler Is

Dreaming Is A Philogenetically Older Mode Of Thought.

The Wine Of Youth Does Not Always Clear With Advancing Years; Sometimes It Grows Turbid.

We Meet Ourselves Time And Again In A Thousand Disguises On The Path Of Life.

We Do Not Feel As If We Were Producing The Dreams, It Is Rather As If The Dreams Came To Us. They Are Not Subject To Our Control But Obey Their Own Laws.

Nature Seemed To Me Full Of Wonders, And I Wanted To Steep Myself In Them. Every Stone, Every Plant, Every Single Thing Seemed Alive And Indescribably Marvelous. I Immersed Myself In Nature, Crawled, As It Were, Into The Very Essence Of Nature And Away From The Whole Human World.