The Descent Into The Depths Always Seems

Art Is A Kind Of Innate Drive That Seizes A Human Being And Makes Him Its Instrument. To Perform This Difficult Office It Is Sometimes Necessary For Him To Sacrifice Happiness And Everything That Makes Life Worth Living For The Ordinary Human Being.

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.

The Psychopathology Of The Masses Is Rooted In The Psychology Of The Individual

The Brighter The Light, The Darker The Shadow.

I Studiously Avoided All So-called "holy Men." I Did So Because I Had To Make Do With My Own Truth, Not Accept From Others What I Could Not Attain On My Own. I Would Have Felt It As A Theft Had I Attempted To Learn From The Holy Men And To Accept Their Truth For Myself. Neither In Europe Can I Make Any Borrowings From The East, But Must Shape My Life Out Of Myself-out Of What My Inner Being Tells Me, Or What Nature Brings To Me.