In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order... we are caught and entangled in aimless experience... Only when all props and crutches are broken, and no cover from the rear offers even the slightest hope of security, does it become possible for us to experience an archetype that up till then had lain hidden behind the meaningful nonsense played out by the anima. This is the archetype of meaning, just as the anima is the archetype of life itself.

Creative power is mightier than its possessor.

The self is our life's goal, for it is the completest expression of that fateful combination we call individuality.

I would rather be whole than good.

Life calls not for perfection, but for completeness.

From the middle of life onward, only he remains vitally alive who is ready to die with life.

The healthy man does not torture others - generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers.