Every Victory Contains The Germ Of Future

Often The Hands Will Solve A Mystery That The Intellect Has Struggled With In Vain.

In All Chaos There Is A Cosmos, In All Disorder A Secret Order... We Are Caught And Entangled In Aimless Experience... Only When All Props And Crutches Are Broken, And No Cover From The Rear Offers Even The Slightest Hope Of Security, Does It Become Possible For Us To Experience An Archetype That Up Till Then Had Lain Hidden Behind The Meaningful Nonsense Played Out By The Anima. This Is The Archetype Of Meaning, Just As The Anima Is The Archetype Of Life Itself.

We Often Dream About People From Whom We Receive A Letter By The Next Post. I Have Ascertained On Several Occasions That At The Moment When The Dream Occurred The Letter Was Already Lying In The Post-office Of The Addressee.

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 Psychiatrist Knows Only Too Well How Each Of Us Becomes The Helpless But Not Pitiable Victim Of His Own Sentiments. Sentimentality Is The Superstructure Erected Upon Brutality.