From The Viewpoint Of Analytic Psychology, The

As One Grows Older One Must Try Not To Work Oneself To Death Unnecessarily. At Least That's How It Is With Me... I Can Scarcely Keep Pace And Must Watch Out That The Creative Forces Do Not Chase Me Around The Universe In A Wallop.

The Psychotherapist Learns Little Or Nothing From His Successes. They Mainly Confirm Him In His Mistakes, While His Failures, On The Other Hand, Are Priceless Experiences In That They Not Only Open Up The Way To A Deeper Truth, But Force Him To Change His Views And Methods.

Archetypes, In Spite Of Their Conservative Nature, Are Not Static But In A Continuous Dramatic Flux. Thus The Self As A Monad Or Continuous Unit Would Be Dead. But It Lives Inasmuch As It Splits And Unites Again. There Is No Energy Without Opposites!

Art Is A Kind Of Innate Drive That Seizes A Human Being And Makes Him Its Instrument. To Perform This Difficult Office It Is Sometimes Necessary For Him To Sacrifice Happiness And Everything That Makes Life Worth Living For The Ordinary Human Being.

The Creative Mind Plays With The Object It Loves.