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.

But we cannot live the afternoon of life according to the programme of life's morning — for what was great in the morning will be little at evening, and what in the morning was true will at evening have become a lie.

Nobody, as long as he moves about among the chaotic currents of life, is without trouble.

You always become the thing you fight the most.

Summoned or not, the god will come.

Simple things are always the most difficult.

What was given to us by the past is adapted to the possibilities of the future.