I could well imagine that I might have lived in former centuries and there encountered questions I was not yet able to answer; that I had been born again because I had not fulfilled the task given to me.
The capacity for inner dialogue is a touchstone for outer objectivity.
The spirit is the life of the body seen from within, and the body the outward manifestation of the life of the spirit-the two being really one.
The heaping together of paintings by Old Masters in museums is a catastrophe; likewise, a collection of a hundred Great Brains makes one big fathead.
A complex is a cluster of energy in the unconscious, charged by historic events, reinforced through repitition, embodying a fragment of our personality, and generating a programmed response and an implicit set of expectations.
The upheaval of our world and the upheaval of our consciousness are one and the same.
It is indeed time for the clergyman and the psychotherapist to join forces.
To this day God is the name by which I designate all things which cross my willful path violently and recklessly, all things which upset my subjective views, plans and intentions and change the course of my life for better or worse.
Man’s task is to become conscious of the contents that press upward from the unconscious.
I am looking forward enormously to getting back to the sea again, where the overstimulated psyche can recover in the presence of that infinite peace and spaciousness.
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.
The wine of youth does not always clear with advancing years; sometimes it grows turbid.