What We Lack Is Intensity Of Life.

Your Vision Will Become Clear Only When You Can Look Into Your Own Heart. Who Looks Outside, Dreams; Who Looks Inside, Awakes.

Life Has Always Seemed To Me Like A Plant That Lives On Its Rhizome. Its True Life Is Invisible, Hidden In The Rhizome. The Part That Appears Above Ground Lasts Only A Single Summer. Then It Withers Away—an Ephemeral Apparition. When We Think Of The Unending Growth And Decay Of Life And Civilizations, We Cannot Escape The Impression Of Absolute Nullity. Yet I Have Never Lost A Sense Of Something That Lives And Endures Underneath The Eternal Flux. What We See Is The Blossom, Which Passes. The Rhizome Remains.

I Must Also Have A Dark Side If I Am To Be Whole.

Obviously Astrology Has Much To Offer Psychology, But What The Latter Can Offer Its Elder Sister Is Less Evident. So Far As I Judge, It Would Seem To Me Advantageous For Astrology To Take The Existence Of Psychology Into Account, Above All The Psychology Of The Personality And Of The Unconscious.

The Greatest And Most Important Problems Of Life Are All In A Certain Sense Insoluble. They Can Never Be Solved, But Only Outgrown. This 'outgrowing', As I Formerly Called It, On Further Experience Was Seen To Consist In A New Level Of Consciousness. Some Higher Or Wider Interest Arose On The Person's Horizon, And Through This Widening Of View, The Insoluble Problem Lost Its Urgency. It Was Not Solved Logically In Its Own Terms, But Faded Out When Confronted With A New And Stronger Life-tendency.