Show Me A Sane Man And I

As A Child I Felt Myself To Be Alone, And I Am Still, Because I Know Things And Must Hint At Things Which Others Apparently Know Nothing Of, And For The Most Part Do Not Want To Know.

A Book Of Mine Is Always A Matter Of Fate. There Is Something Unpredictable About The Process Of Writing, And I Cannot Prescribe For Myself Any Predetermined Course.

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.

What We Do Not Make Conscious Emerges Later As Fate.

The Healthy Man Does Not Torture Others.