It Is Sad But Unfortunately True That

We Can Hardly Escape The Feeling That The Unconscious Process Moves Spiral-wise Round A Centre, Gradually Getting Closer, While The Characteristics Of The Centre Grow More And More Distinct.

Deeply Listening To Music Opens Up New Avenues Of Research I'd Never Even Dreamed Of. I Feel From Now On Music Should Be An Essential Part Of Every Analysis.

The Man Who Speaks With Primordial Images, Speaks With A Thousand Tongues.

While Personal Problems Are Not Overlooked, The Analyst Keeps An Eye On Their Symbolic Aspects, For Healing Comes Only From What Leads The Patient Beyond Himself And Beyond His Entanglement In The Ego.

In The End, The Only Events Of My Life Worth Telling Are Those When The Imperishable World Erupted Into This Transitory One All Other Memories Of Travels, People And My Surroundings Have Paled Beside These Interior Happenings But My Encounters With The 'other' Reality, My Bouts With The Unconscious, Are Indelibly Engraved On My Memory. In That Realm There Has Always Been Wealth In Abundance, And Everything Else Has Lost Importance By Comparison.