But what will he do when he sees only too clearly why his patient is ill; when he sees that it arises from his having no love, but only sexuality; no faith, because he is afraid to grope in the dark; no hope, because he is disillusioned by the world and by life; and no understanding, because he has failed to read the meaning of his own existence?

It all depends on how we look at things, and not how they are in themselves.

...anyone who attempts to do both, to adjust to his group and at the same time pursue his individual goal, becomes neurotic.

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

There are as many archetypes as there are typical situations in life. Endless repetition has engraved these experiences into our psychic constitution, not in the forms of images filled with content, but at first only as forms without content, representing merely the possibility of a certain type of perception and action.

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.

Nothing is more repulsive than a furtively prurient spirituality; it is just as unsavoury as gross sensuality.