I Readily Admit That I Have Such

The Creative Mind Plays With The Object It Loves.

A Man Who Has Not Passed Through The Inferno Of His Passions Has Never Overcome Them. As Far As We Can Discern, The Sole Purpose Of Human Existence Is To Kindle A Light In The Darkness Of Mere Being. Everything That Irritates Us About Others Can Lead Us To An Understanding Of Ourselves.

Our Heart Glows, And Secret Unrest Gnaws At The Root Of Our Being. Dealing With The Unconscious Has Become A Question Of Life For Us.

There Is No Birth Of Consciousness Without Pain.

Follow That Will And That Way Which Experience Confirms To Be Your Own.