A Collection Of A Hundred Great Brains

We Don't So Much Solve Our Problems As We Outgrow Them. We Add Capacities And Experiences That Eventually Make Us Bigger Than The Problems.

New Ideas Are Not Only The Enemies Of Old Ones; They Also Appear Often In An Extremely Unacceptable Form.

Often The Hands Will Solve A Mystery That The Intellect Has Struggled With In Vain.

In All Chaos There Is A Cosmos, In All Disorder A Secret Order... We Are Caught And Entangled In Aimless Experience... Only When All Props And Crutches Are Broken, And No Cover From The Rear Offers Even The Slightest Hope Of Security, Does It Become Possible For Us To Experience An Archetype That Up Till Then Had Lain Hidden Behind The Meaningful Nonsense Played Out By The Anima. This Is The Archetype Of Meaning, Just As The Anima Is The Archetype Of Life Itself.

I Am No Longer Alone With Myself, And I Can Only Artificially Recall The Scary And Beautiful Feeling Of Solitude. This Is The Shadow Side Of The Fortune Of Love.