The word ‘belief’ is a difficult thing for me. I don’t believe. I must have a reason for a certain hypothesis. Either I know a thing, and then I know it – I don’t need to believe it.
The mind has grown to its present state of consciousness as an acorn grows into an oak, or as saurians developed into mammals.
It is a moral achievement on the part of the doctor who ought not to let himself be repelled by sickness and corruption.
Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.
Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument...
I have treated many hundreds of patients. Among those in the second half of life – that is to say, over 35 – there has not been one whose problem in the last resort was not that of finding a religious outlook on life.
Synchronicity reveals the meaningful connections between the subjective and objective world.
That which we do not confront in ourselves we will meet as fate.
Embrace your grief. For there, your soul will grow.
The least of things with a meaning is worth more in life than the greatest of things without it.
The debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.
Primitive superstition lies just below the surface of even the most tough-minded individuals, and it is precisely those who most fight against it who are the first to succumb to its suggestive effects.
Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.
If there is a fear of falling, the only safety consists in deliberately jumping.
I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once and cannot add up the sum.
Intuition is perception via the unconscious that brings forth ideas, images, new possibilities and ways out of blocked situations.
In my case Pilgrim’s Progress consisted in my having to climb down a thousand ladders until I could reach out my hand to the little clod of earth that I am.
Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.
The collective unconscious contains the whole spiritual heritage of mankind’s evolution born anew in the brain structure of every individual.
The self is not only the centre but also the whole circumference which embraces both conscious and unconscious; it is the centre of this totality, just as the ego is the centre of consciousness.