It is only our deeds that reveal who we are.
Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
That which you do not bring to consciousness comes to you as your Fate, that which you do bring to consciousness, whether it was what you thought you wanted or not, is your destiny.
Dreams are symbolic in order that they cannot be understood; in order that the wish, which is the source of the dream, may remain unknown.
For, in order to turn the individual into a function of the State, his dependence on anything beside the State must be taken from him.
What usually has the strongest psychic effect on the child is the life which the parents have not lived.
Between the dreams of night and day there is not so great a difference.
Nobody can fall so low unless he has a great depth. If such a thing can happen to a man, it challenges his best and highest on the other side; that is to say, this depth corresponds to a potential height, and the blackest darkness to a hidden light.
Synchronicity: A meaningful coincidence of two or more events where something other than the probability of chance is involved.
What is essential in a work of art is that it should rise far above the realm of personal life and speak to the spirit and heart of the poet as man to the spirit and heart of mankind.
The dream is a series of images, which are apparently contradictory and nonsensical, but arise in reality from psychologic material which yields a clear meaning.
The angels are a strange genus, they are precisely what they are and cannot be anything else. They are themselves soul-less beings who represent nothing but the thoughts and intuitions of their Lord.
Life calls us forth to independence, and anyone who does not heed this call because of childish laziness or timidity is threatened with neurosis. And once this has broken out, it becomes an increasingly valid reason for running away from life...
The reason for evil in the world is that people are not able to tell their stories.
Doesn’t the world bring forth thinking in human heads with the same necessity that it brings forth blossoms on the plant?
The artist is not a person endowed with free will who seeks his own ends, but one who allows it to realize its supreme purpose through him.
Magic is the science of the jungle.
Everyone is in love with his own ideas.
Every man carries within himself the eternal image of woman, not the image of this or that particular woman, but a definite feminine image. This image is fundamentally unconscious, a hereditary factor of primordial origin.
Every Mother contains her daughter in herself and every daughter her mother and every mother extends backwards into her mother and forwards into her daughter.