Neurosis is the suffering of a soul which has not discovered its meaning.
Without consciousness there would, practically speaking, be no world, for the world exists as such only in so far as it is consciously reflected and considered by a psyche. Consciousness is a precondition of being.
It is also possible for the unconscious or an archetype to take complete possession of a man and to determine his fate down to the smallest detail.
To become conscious of it involves recognizing the dark aspects of the personality as present and real.
The shadow is a moral problem that challenges the whole ego-personality, for no one can become conscious of the shadow without considerable moral effort.
Meaninglessnes s inhibits fullness of life and is therefore the equivalent to illness. Meaning makes a great many things endurable – perh aps everything.
One cannot live without inconsistency.
The apparently unendurable conflict is proof of the rightness of your life. A life without contradiction is only half a life; or else a life in the Beyond, which is destined only for angels. But God loves human beings more than the angels.
Modern man is sick because he is not whole.
I am this bundle of what has been, and what has been accomplished.
No man can change himself into anything from sheer reason; he can only change into what he potentially is.
We know that the wildest and most moving dramas are played not in the theatre but in the hearts of ordinary men and women.
What was given to us by the past is adapted to the possibilities of the future.
Nothing is possible without love.
An old man who cannot bid farewell to life appears as feeble and sickly as the young man who is unable to embrace it.
When goals go, meaning goes. When meaning goes, purpose goes. When purpose goes, life goes dead on our hands.
Normality is a fine ideal for those who have no imagination.
Fortunately, in her kindness and patience, Nature has never put the fatal question as to the meaning of their lives into the mouths of most people. And where no one asks, no one needs to answer.
A collection of a hundred great brains makes one big fathead.
The self is our life’s goal, for it is the completest expression of that fateful combination we call individuality.