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.

What happens in the life of Christ happens always and everywhere. In the Christian archetype all lives of this kind are prefigured.

It is my mind, with its store of images, that gives the world color and sound; and that supremely real and rational certainty which I can "experience" is, in its most simple form, an exceedingly complicated structure of mental images. Thus there is, in a certain sense, nothing that is directly experienced except the mind itself. Everything is mediated through the mind, translated, filtered, allegorized, twisted, even falsified by it. We are . . . enveloped in a cloud of changing and endlessly shifting images.

Modern man is battered by the fundamental forces of his own psyche.

Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.

We cannot change anything until we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses.

The meaning and design of a problem seem not to lie in its solution, but in our working at it incessantly.