The World Hangs On A Thin Thread,

But, If You Have Nothing At All To Create, Then Perhaps You Create Yourself.

Deep Down, Below The Surface Of The Average Man's Conscience, He Hears A Voice Whispering, "there Is Something Not Right," No Matter How Much His Rightness Is Supported By Public Opinion Or Moral Code.

...it Seemed To Me I Was Living In An Insane Asylum Of My Own Making. I Wnt About With All These Fantastic Figures: Centaurs, Nymphs, Satyrs, Gods And Goddesses, As Though They Were Patients And I Was Analyzing Them. I Read A Greek Or Negro Myth As If A Lunatic Were Telling Me His Anamnesis.

The Majority Of My Patients Consisted Not Of Believers But Of Those Who Had Lost Their Faith.

From The Middle Of Life Onward, Only He Remains Vitally Alive Who Is Ready To Die With Life.