The Dream Is The Small Hidden Door

The More Veiled Becomes The Outside World, Steadily Losing In Colour, Tone And Passions, The More Urgently The Inner World Calls Us

What We Do Not Make Conscious Emerges Later As Fate.

As A Child I Felt Myself To Be Alone, And I Am Still, Because I Know Things And Must Hint At Things Which Others Apparently Know Nothing Of, And For The Most Part Do Not Want To Know.

Protection And Security Are Only Valuable If They Do Not Cramp Life Excessively.

No Tree, It Is Said, Can Grow To Heaven Unless Its Roots Reach Down To Hell.