An Old Man Who Cannot

Perhaps, I Myself Am The Enemy Who Needs To Be Loved.

Whenever We Touch Nature We Get Clean. People Who Have Got Dirty Through Too Much Civilization Take A Walk In The Woods, Or A Bath In The Sea. Entering The Unconscious, Entering Yourself Through Dreams, Is Touching Nature From The Inside And This Is The Same Thing, Things Are Put Right Again.

Art Is A Kind Of Innate Drive That Seizes A Human Being And Makes Him Its Instrument. The Artist Is Not A Person Endowed With Free Will Who Seeks His Own Ends, But One Who Allows Art To Realize Its Purpose Through Him. As A Human Being He May Have Moods And A Will And Personal Aims, But As An Artist He Is "man" In A Higher Sense— He Is "collective Man"— One Who Carries And Shapes The Unconscious, Psychic Forms Of Mankind.

The Wise Man Who Is Not Heeded Is Counted A Fool, And The Fool Who Proclaims The General Folly First And Loudest Passes For A Prophet And Führer, And Sometimes It Is Luckily The Other Way Round As Well, Or Else Mankind Would Long Since Have Perished Of Stupidity.

Our Intellect Has Achieved The Most Tremendous Things, But In The Meantime Our Spiritual Dwelling Has Fallen Into Disrepair.