Commendation Heals; Condemnation Destroys.

Our Intellect Has Achieved The Most Tremendous Things, But In The Meantime Our Spiritual Dwelling Has Fallen Into Disrepair.

It Is My Mind, With Its Store Of Images, That Gives The World Color And Sound; And That Supremely Real And Rational Certainty Which I Can "experience" Is, In Its Most Simple Form, An Exceedingly Complicated Structure Of Mental Images. Thus There Is, In A Certain Sense, Nothing That Is Directly Experienced Except The Mind Itself. Everything Is Mediated Through The Mind, Translated, Filtered, Allegorized, Twisted, Even Falsified By It. We Are . . . Enveloped In A Cloud Of Changing And Endlessly Shifting Images.

Man Is The Mirror God Holds Up To Himself, The Sense Organ With Which He Apprehends His Being.

We Must Be Able To Let Things Happen In The Psyche. For Us, This Becomes A Real Art... Consciousness Is Forever Interfering, Helping, Correcting, And Negating, Never Leaving The Single Growth Of The Psychic Processes In Peace.

The Psychic Depths Are Nature, And Nature Is Creative Life.