Sensation tell us a thing is. Thinking tell us what it is this thing is. Feeling tells us what this thing is to us.

A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them.

The decisive question for man is: Is he related to something infinite or not? That is the telling question of his life. Only if we know that the thing which truly matters is the infinite can we avoid fixing our interest upon futilities, and upon all kinds of goals which are not of real importance.

Archetypes resemble the beds of rivers: dried up because the water has deserted them, though it may return at any time. An archetype is something like an old watercourse along which the water of life flowed for a time, digging a deep channel for itself. The longer it flowed the deeper the channel, and the more likely it is that sooner or later the water will return.

Music is the application of sounds to the canvas of silence.

The more intelligent and cultured a man is, the more subtly he can humbug himself.

There is no light without shadow, and no psychic wholeness without imperfection.