When Facts Are Few, Speculations Are Most

The Psychic Depths Are Nature, And Nature Is Creative Life.

Dreams Are The Facts From Which We Must Proceed.

It Is Often Tragic To See How Blatantly A Man Bungles His Own Life And The Lives Of Others Yet Remains Totally Incapable Of Seeing How Much The Whole Tragedy Originates In Himself, And How He Continually Feeds It And Keeps It Going. Not Consciously, Of Course—for Consciously He Is Engaged In Bewailing And Cursing A Faithless World That Recedes Further And Further Into The Distance. Rather, It Is An Unconscious Factor Which Spins The Illusions That Veil His World. And What Is Being Spun Is A Cocoon, Which In The End Will Completely Envelop Him.

When An Individual Does Not Become Conscious Of Their Inner Contradictions, The World Acts Out The Conflict And Is Torn In Opposite Halves.

The More Uncertain I Have Felt About Myself, The More There Has Grown Up In Me A Feeling Of Kinship With All Things.