We Are Convinced That Certain

In The Second Half Of Life The Necessity Is Imposed Of Recognizing No Longer The Validity Of Our Former Ideals But Of Their Contraries. Of Perceiving The Error In What Was Previously Our Conviction, Of Sensing The Untruth In What Was Our Truth, And Of Weighing The Degree Of Opposition, And Even Of Hostility, In What We Took To Be Love.

The Teacher Pretended That Algebra Was A Perfectly Natural Affair, To Be Taken For Granted, Whereas I Didn't Even Know What Numbers Were. Mathematics Classes Became Sheer Terror And Torture To Me. I Was So Intimidated By My Incomprehension That I Did Not Dare To Ask Any Questions.

All Ages Before Ours Believed In Gods In Some Form Or Other. Only An Unparalleled Impoverishment In Symbolism Could Enable Us To Rediscover The Gods As Psychic Factors, Which Is To Say, As Archetypes Of The Unconscious. No Doubt This Discovery Is Hardly Credible As Yet.

Everyone Carries A Shadow, And The Less It Is Embodied In The Individual's Conscious Life, The Blacker And Denser It Is. At All Counts, It Forms An Unconscious Snag, Thwarting Our Most Well-meant Intentions.

What Is Not Brought To Consciousness, Comes To Us As Fate.