Science has destroyed even the refuge of the inner life. What was once a sheltering haven has become a place of terror

The Wrong we have Done, Thought, or Intended Will wreak its Vengeance on Our SOULS.

Active imagination requires a state of reverie, half-way between sleep and waking.

And what shall we know of this life on earth after death? The dissolution of our timebound form in eternity brings no loss of meaning. Rather, does the little finger know itself a member of the hand.

In some way or other we are part of a single, all-embracing psyche, a single 'greatest man. . . .'

The most important question anyone can ask is: What myth am I living?

The greater the tension, the greater is the potential.