The Descent Into The Depths Always Seems

Active Imagination Requires A State Of Reverie, Half-way Between Sleep And Waking.

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.

It Is Indeed Time For The Clergyman And The Psychotherapist To Join Forces.

Only The Wounded Physician Heals.

Every Victory Contains The Germ Of Future Defeat.