The Starry Vault Of Heaven Is In

Our Heart Glows, And Secret Unrest Gnaws At The Root Of Our Being. Dealing With The Unconscious Has Become A Question Of Life For Us.

I Have Never Since Entirely Freed Myself Of The Impression That This Life Is A Segment Of Existence Which Is Enacted In A Three-dimensional Boxlike Universe Especially Set Up For It.

Nature Has No Use For The Plea That One 'did Not Know'.

Our Unconscious Is The Key To Our Life's Pursuits.

A Dream That Is Not Understood Remains A Mere Occurrence; Understood It Becomes A Living Experience.