The man of today, who resembles more or less the collective ideal, has made his heart into a den of murderers, as can easily be proved by the analysis of his unconscious, even though he himself is not in the least disturbed by it.

We do not feel as if we were producing the dreams, it is rather as if the dreams came to us. They are not subject to our control but obey their own laws.

Not nature, but the "genius of mankind," has knotted the hangman's noose with which it can execute itself at any moment.

Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.

I think it is better for all people to live on, to look forward to the next stage (after death), as if he had to spend centuries, then he lives properly... looking forward to the great adventure ahead, then he lives!

People will do anything, no matter how absurd, to avoid facing their own souls.

In fact, the whole of mythology could be taken as a sort of projection of the collective unconscious