He Who Touches The Soil Of Manhattan

When Art Seems To Be Empty Of Meaning, As No Doubt Some Of The Abstract Painting Of Our Own Day Actually Does Seem, What The Painting Says, Indeed What The Artist Is Shrieking At The Top Of His Voice, Is That Life Has Become Empty Of All Rational Content And Coherence, And That, In Times Like These, Is Far From A Meaningless Statement.

Do You Want To Know What I Most Regret About My Youth? That I Didn't Dream More Boldly And Demand Of Myself More Impossible Things; For All One Does In Maturity Is To Carve In Granite Or Porphyry The Soap Bubble One Blew In Youth! Oh To Have Dreamed Harder!

The Ultimate Gift Of Conscious Life Is A Sense Of The Mystery That Encompasses It.

War Vies With Magic In Its Efforts To Get Something For Nothing.

Whereas Freud Was For The Most Part Concerned With The Morbid Effects Of Unconscious Repression, Jung Was More Interested In The Manifestations Of Unconscious Expression, First In The Dream And Eventually In All The More Orderly Products Of Religion And Art And Morals.