We Don't So Much Solve Our Problems

My Mandalas Were Cryptograms Concerning The State Of The Self Which Was Presented To Me Anew Each Day...i Guarded Them Like Precious Pearls....it Became Increasingly Plain To Me That The Mandala Is The Center. It Is The Exponent Of All Paths. It Is The Path To The Center, To Individuation.

What You Resist Persist.

I've Realized That Somebody Who's Tired And Needs A Rest, And Goes On Working All The Same Is A Fool.

Nothing Worse Could Happen To One Than To Be Completely Understood.

A Man Who Has Not Passed Through The Inferno Of His Passions Has Never Overcome Them.