Sometimes A Tree Tells You More Than

The Creative Mind Plays With The Object It Loves.

If We Feel Our Way Into The Human Secrets Of The Sick Person, The Madness Also Reveals Its System, And We Recognize In The Mental Illness Merely An Exceptional Reaction To Emotional Problems Which Are Not Strange To Us. --"the Content Of The Psychoses

One Finds One's Destiny On The Path One Takes To Avoid It.

Between The Dreams Of Night And Day There Is Not So Great A Difference.

When One Is Not Understood One Should As A Rule Lower One's Voice, Because When One Really Speaks Loudly Enough And Is Not Heard, It Is Because People Do Not Want To Hear. One Had Better Begin To Mutter To Oneself, Then They Get Curious.