I had to make a confession of faith in stone. That was the beginning of the tower, the house I built for myself at Bollingen.

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

Who has fully realized that history is not contained in thick books but lives in our very blood?

Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument. The artist is not a person endowed with free will who seeks his own ends, but one who allows art to realize its purpose through him. As a human being he may have moods and a will and personal aims, but as an artist he is "man" in a higher sense— he is "collective man"— one who carries and shapes the unconscious, psychic forms of mankind.

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul.

Whether you call the principle of existence "God," "matter," "energy," or anything else you like, you have created nothing; you have merely changed a symbol. Eastern and Western Thinking, 1938

...it seemed to me I was living in an insane asylum of my own making. I wnt about with all these fantastic figures: centaurs, nymphs, satyrs, gods and goddesses, as though they were patients and I was analyzing them. I read a Greek or Negro myth as if a lunatic were telling me his anamnesis.