Solitude Is For Me A Fount Of

In All Earnestness I Asked Myself What Kind Of World I Had Stumbled Into.

People Learn From Who We Are, Rather Than What We Say, And To Believe Otherwise Is A Disease Of The Mind.

I Hold The View That The Alchemist’s Hope Of Conjuring Out Of Matter The Philosophical Gold, Or The Panacea, Or The Wonderful Stone, Was Only In Part An Illusion, An Effect Of Projection; For The Rest It Corresponded To Certain Psychic Facts That Are Of Great Importance In The Psychology Of The Unconscious. As Is Shown By The Texts And Their Symbolism, The Alchemist Projected What I Have Called The Process Of Individuation Into The Phenomena Of Chemical Change.

Every Living Soul Has Different Talents, Different Desires, Different Faculties. Be Yourself, For Even If You Deceive The Entire World, You Will Be Ten Thousand Times Worse Than Nothing.

Modern Man May Assert That He Can Dispense With Them, And He May Bolster His Opinion By Insisting That There Is No Scientific Evidence Of Their Truth. But Since We Are Dealing With Invisible And Unknowable Things (for God Is Beyond Human Understanding, And There Is No Mean Of Proving Immortality), Why Should We Bother With Evidence?