I Went To Communism As One Goes

Death Tripped Down The Corridor, Changing Step, Struck Out Here And There, Danced Pirouettes; Often I Felt His Breath On My Face When He Was Miles Away; Often I Fell Asleep And Dreamed While He Stood Leaning Over My Bed.

The Prerequisite Of Originality Is The Art Of Forgetting, At The Proper Moment, What We Know.

The Integrative Tendencies Of The Individual Are Incomparably More Dangerous Than His Self-assertive Tendencies.

Conscious And Unconscious Experiences Do Not Belong To Different Compartments Of The Mind; They Form A Continuous Scale Of Gradations, Of Degrees Of Awareness.

Every Creative Act – In Science, Art, Or Religion – Involves A Regression To A More Primitive Level, A New Innocence Of Perception Liberated From The Cataract Of Accepted Beliefs.