It is a bewildering thing in human life that the things that cause the greatest fear are the sources of the greatest wisdom.
The right way to wholeness is made up of fateful detours and wrong turnings.
Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness.
We need more understanding of human nature, because the only real danger that exists is man himself.
The totality of the psyche can never be grasped by the intellect alone.
St. Thomas is really a great man quite apart from his saintliness.
Man is the mirror God holds up to himself, the sense organ with which he apprehends his being.
I want to be freed neither from human beings, nor from myself, nor from nature; for all these appear to me the greatest of miracles.
Our intellect has created a new world that dominates nature, and has populated it with monstrous machines.
Wherever an inferiority complex exists, there is a good reason for it.
The unsatisfied yearning of the artist reaches back to the primordial image in the unconscious which is best fitted to compensate the inadequacy and one-sidedness of the present.
The conscious mind allows itself to be trained like a parrot, but the unconscious does not – which is why St. Augustine thanked God for not making him responsible for his dreams.
If you should see people in a room, you would not think that you had made those people, or that you were responsible for them.
It is just man’s turning away from instinct – his opposing himself to instinct – that creates consciousness. Instinct is nature andseeks to perpetuate nature; while consciousness can only seek culture or its denial.
The distinction between mind and body is an artificial dichotomy, a discrimination which is unquestionably based far more on the peculiarity of intellectual understanding than on the nature of things.
The unconscious is the unwritten history of mankind from time unrecorded.
Eternal truth needs a human language that alters with the spirit of the times.
We don’t get wounded alone and we don’t heal alone.
The world of gods and spirits is truly ‘nothing but’ the collective unconscious inside me.
The brain is viewed as an appendage of the genital glands.