The right way to wholeness is made up of fateful detours and wrong turnings.

There are cases where psychoanalysis works worse than anything else. But who said that psychoanalysis was to be applied always and everywhere.

It had become clear to me, in a flash of illumination, that for me the only possible goal was psychiatry. Here alone the two currents of my interest could flow together and in a united stream dig their own bed. Here was the empirical field common to biological and spiritual facts, which I had everywhere sought and nowhere found. Here at last was the place where the collision of nature and spirit became a reality.

Life calls not for perfection, but for completeness.

It is not for us . . . to send out missionaries to foreign peoples; it is our task to build up our own Western culture.

Masses are always breeding grounds of psychic epidemics.

Becoming conscious is of course a sacrilege against nature; it is as though you had robbed the unconscious of something.