My whole being was seeking for something still unknown which might confer meaning upon the banality of life.
The sure path can only lead to death.
One of the most difficult tasks men can perform, however much others may despise it, is the invention of good games.
That which compels us to create a substitute for ourselves is not the external lack of objects, but our incapacity to lovingly include a thing outside of ourselves.
God has fallen out of containment in religion and into human hearts – God is incarnating. Our whole unconscious is in an uproar from the God Who wants to know and to be known.
When religion stops talking about animals it will be all downhill.
The majority of my patients consisted not of believers but of those who had lost their faith.
I have never since entirely freed myself of the impression that this life is a segment of existence which is enacted in a three-dimensional boxlike universe especially set up for it.
The gods have become our diseases.
Neurosis is always a substitute for legitimate suffering.
The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.
Sentimentality is a superstructure covering brutality.
Deep down, below the surface of the average man’s conscience, he hears a voice whispering, “There is something not right,” no matter how much his rightness is supported by public opinion or moral code.
The bigger the crowd, the more negligible the individual.
About a third of my cases are suffering from no clinically definable neurosis, but from the senselessness and emptiness of their lives. This can be defined as the general neurosis of our times.
It is often tragic to see how blatantly a man bungles his own life and the lives of others yet remains totally incapable of seeing how much the whole tragedy originates in himself, and how he continually feeds it and keeps it going.
I am no longer alone with myself, and I can only artificially recall the scary and beautiful feeling of solitude. This is the shadow side of the fortune of love.
Creative power is mightier than its possessor.
We often dream about people from whom we receive a letter by the next post. I have ascertained on several occasions that at the moment when the dream occurred the letter was already lying in the post-office of the addressee.
A true symbol appears only when there is a need to express what thought cannot think or what is only divined or felt.