Projection [of Our Own Shadow] Makes The

Dreaming Is A Philogenetically Older Mode Of Thought.

Until You Make The Unconscious Conscious, It Will Direct Your Life And You Will Call It Fate.

As One Grows Older One Must Try Not To Work Oneself To Death Unnecessarily. At Least That's How It Is With Me... I Can Scarcely Keep Pace And Must Watch Out That The Creative Forces Do Not Chase Me Around The Universe In A Wallop.

The Man Of Today, Who Resembles More Or Less The Collective Ideal, Has Made His Heart Into A Den Of Murderers, As Can Easily Be Proved By The Analysis Of His Unconscious, Even Though He Himself Is Not In The Least Disturbed By It.

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