I cannot love anyone if I hate myself. That is the reason why we feel so extremely uncomfortable in the presence of people who are noted for their special virtuousness, for they radiate an atmosphere of the torture they inflict on themselves. That is not a virtue but a vice.

The descent into the depths always seems to precede the ascent.

Intuition does not denote something contrary to reason, but something outside of the province of reason.

The right way to wholeness is made up of fateful detours and wrong turnings.

My mandalas were cryptograms concerning the state of the self which was presented to me anew each day...I guarded them like precious pearls....It became increasingly plain to me that the mandala is the center. It is the exponent of all paths. It is the path to the center, to individuation.

When religion stops talking about animals it will be all downhill.

Sentimentality is a superstructure covering brutality.