Nothing is possible without love ... For love puts one in a mood to risk everything.

The divine process of change manifests itself to our human understanding . . . as punishment, torment, death, and transfiguration.

It is a fact that cannot be denied: the wickedness of others becomes our own wickedness because it kindles something evil in our own hearts.

In some way or other we are part of a single, all-embracing psyche, a single 'greatest man. . . .'

Space flights are merely an escape, a fleeing away from oneself, because it is easier to go to Mars or to the moon than it is to penetrate one's own being.

The unconscious is the unwritten history of mankind from time unrecorded.

When a Pueblo Indian does not feel in the right mood, he stays away from the men's council. When an ancient Roman stumbled on the threshold as he left the house, he gave up his plans for the day. This seems to us senseless, but under primitive conditions of life such an omen inclines one at least to be cautious. When I am not in full control of myself, my bodily movements may be under a certain constraint; my attention is easily distracted; I am somewhat absent-minded. As a result I knock against something, stumble, let something fall, or forget something.