Sometimes A Tree Tells You More Than

There Was Need Of A Phantastic, Indestructible Optimism, And One Far Removed From All Sense Of Reality, In Order, For Example, To Discover In The Shameful Death Of Christ Really The Highest Salvation And The Redemption Of The World.

Art Is A Kind Of Innate Drive That Seizes A Human Being And Makes Him Its Instrument.

We Don't Really Heal Anything; We Simply Let It Go.

Great Talents Are The Most Lovely And Often The Most Dangerous Fruits On The Tree Of Humanity. They Hang Upon The Most Slender Twigs That Are Easily Snapped Off.

...the Unconscious Has No Time. There Is No Trouble About Time In The Unconscious. Part Of Our Psyche Is Not In Time And Not In Space. They Are Only An Illusion, Time And Space, And So In A Certain Part Of Our Psyche Time Does Not Exist At All.