Dreams Are The Royal Road To The

No One Who, Like Me, Conjures Up The Most Evil Of Those Half-tamed Demons That Inhabit The Human Breast, And Seeks To Wrestle With Them, Can Expect To Come Through The Struggle Unscathed.

Where They Love They Do Not Desire And Where They Desire They Do Not Love.

In Mourning It Is The World Which Has Become Poor And Empty; In Melancholia It Is The Ego Itself.

All Giving Is Asking, And All Asking Is An Asking For Love.

Were We Fully To Understand The Reasons For Other People's Behavior, It Would All Make Sense.