Complexes are psychic contents which are outside the control of the conscious mind. They have been split off from consciousness and lead a separate existence in the unconscious, being at all times ready to hinder or to reinforce the conscious intentions.

That which we do not confront in ourselves we will meet as fate.

Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.

I've realized that somebody who's tired and needs a rest, and goes on working all the same is a fool.

Your vision will be clearer only when you manage to see within your heart.

In the final analysis, we count for something only because of the essential that we embody. If we do not embody that, life is wasted.

People are never helped in their suffering by what they think for themselves, but only by revelation of a wisdom greater than their own. It is this which lifts them out of their distress.