The Unconscious Psyche Believes In Life After

In Actual Life It Requires The Greatest Discipline To Be Simple, And The Acceptance Of Oneself Is The Essence Of The Moral Problem And The Epitome Of A Whole Outlook Upon Life.

In The Final Analysis, We Count For Something Only Because Of The Essential That We Embody. If We Do Not Embody That, Life Is Wasted.

Simple Things Are Always The Most Difficult.

In The End, The Only Events Of My Life Worth Telling Are Those When The Imperishable World Erupted Into This Transitory One All Other Memories Of Travels, People And My Surroundings Have Paled Beside These Interior Happenings But My Encounters With The 'other' Reality, My Bouts With The Unconscious, Are Indelibly Engraved On My Memory. In That Realm There Has Always Been Wealth In Abundance, And Everything Else Has Lost Importance By Comparison.

Modern Man Is Battered By The Fundamental Forces Of His Own Psyche.