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.
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.