We Have Forgotten The Age-old Fact That

But We Cannot Live The Afternoon Of Life According To The Programme Of Life's Morning — For What Was Great In The Morning Will Be Little At Evening, And What In The Morning Was True Will At Evening Have Become A Lie.

Solitude Is For Me A Fount Of Healing Which Makes My Life Worth Living. Talking Is Often A Torment For Me, And I Need Many Days Of Silence To Recover From The Futility Of Words.

Individualization Does Not Shut One Out From The World, But Gathers The World To Oneself.

The Pendulum Of The Mind Alternates Between Sense And Nonsense, Not Between Right And Wrong.

Projection [of Our Own Shadow] Makes The Whole World A Replica Of Our Own Unknown Face.