The pendulum of the mind alternates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.

Thinking is difficult, that’s why most people judge.

I know only that I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along. I exist on the foundation of something I do not know. In spite of all uncertainties, I feel a solidity underlying all existence and a continuity in my mode of being.

All fanaticism is repressed doubt.

One is forced to speak not of what is held in common between the cultures, but what is held in common between the myths, and that in its simplest archetypal forms.

The maintenance of secrets acts like a psychic poison which alienates the possessor from the community.

Nobody doubts the importance of conscious experience; why then should we doubt the significance of unconscious happenings? They also are part of our life, and sometimes more truly a part of it for weal or woe than any happenings of the day.