Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us.
Commendation heals; condemnation destroys.
The right way to wholeness is made up of fateful detours and wrong turnings.
...anyone who attempts to do both, to adjust to his group and at the same time pursue his individual goal, becomes neurotic.
Projection [of our own shadow] makes the whole world a replica of our own unknown face.
For the alchemist the one primarily in need of redemption is not man, but the deity who is lost and sleeping in matter.