If There Is A Fear Of Falling,

This Whole Creation Is Essentially Subjective, And The Dream Is The Theater Where The Dreamer Is At Once: Scene, Actor, Prompter, Stage Manager, Author, Audience, And Critic.

Art Is A Kind Of Innate Drive That Seizes A Human Being And Makes Him Its Instrument.

Thoroughly Unprepared, We Take The Step Into The Afternoon Of Life. Worse Still, We Take This Step With The False Presupposition That Our Truths And Our Ideals Will Serve Us As Hitherto. But We Cannot Live The Afternoon Of Life According To The Program Of Life’s Morning, For What Was Great In The Morning Will Be Little At Evening And What In The Morning Was True, At Evening Will Have Become A Lie.

In Some Way Or Other We Are Part Of A Single, All-embracing Psyche, A Single 'greatest Man. . . .'

Dreams Are Impartial, Spontaneous Products Of The Unconscious Psyche, Outside The Control Of The Will. They Are Pure Nature; They Show Us The Unvarnished, Natural Truth, And Are Therefore Fitted, As Nothing Else Is, To Give Us Back An Attitude That Accords With Our Basic Human Nature When Our Consciousness Has Strayed Too Far From Its Foundations And Run Into An Impasse.