The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of read more

The poetry of a people comes from the deep recesses of the unconscious, the irrational and the collective body of our ancestral memories.

There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest read more

There is that indescribable freshness and unconsciousness about an illiterate person that humbles and mocks the power of the noblest expressive genius.

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter -- often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter -- in the eye.

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter -- often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter -- in the eye.

The unconscious is the ocean of the unsayable, of what has been expelled from the land of language, removed as read more

The unconscious is the ocean of the unsayable, of what has been expelled from the land of language, removed as a result of ancient prohibitions.

If the desire to get somewhere is strong enough in a person, his whole being, conscious and unconscious, is always read more

If the desire to get somewhere is strong enough in a person, his whole being, conscious and unconscious, is always at work, looking for and devising means to get to the goal.

These great turning-days of life cast no shadow before, slip by unconsciously. Only a trifle, a little turn of the read more

These great turning-days of life cast no shadow before, slip by unconsciously. Only a trifle, a little turn of the rudder, and the ship goes to heaven or hell.