Enchantment Is The Oldest Form Of Medicine.

The Debt We Owe To The Play Of Imagination Is Incalculable.

The Judgment Of The Intellect Is, At Best, Only The Half Of Truth.

Nature Is Not Matter Only. She Is Also A Spirit

Therein Lies The Social Significance Of Art: It Is Constantly At Work Educating The Spirit Of The Age, Conjuring Up The Forms In Which The Age Is More Lacking. The Unsatisfied Yearning Of The Artist Reaches Back To The Primordial Image In The Unconscious, Which Is Best Fitted To Compensate The Inadequacy And One-sidedness Of The Present. The Artist Seizes On This Image And, In Raising It From Deepest Unconsciousness, He Brings It Into Relation With Conscious Values, Thereby Transforming It Until It Can Be Accepted By The Minds Of His Contemporaries According To Their Powers.

Unfortunately, There Can Be No Doubt That Man Is, On The Whole, Less Good Than He Imagines Himself Or Wants To Be. Everyone Carries A Shadow, And The Less It Is Embodied In The Individual's Conscious Life, The Blacker And Darker It Is. If An Inferiority Is Conscious, One Always Has A Chance To Correct It