Dreams are the guiding words of the Soul.

My whole being was seeking for something still unknown which might confer meaning upon the banality of life.

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 years... when I pursued the inner images were the most important time of my life. Everything else is to be derived from this. It began at that time, and the later details hardly matter anymore. My entire life consisted in elaborating what had burst forth from the unconscious and flooded me like an enigmatic stream and threatened to break me. That was the stuff and material for more than only one life. Everything later was merely the outer classification, the scientific elaboration, and the integration into life. But the numinous beginning, which contained everything was then.

The decisive question for man is: Is he related to something infinite or not? That is the telling question of his life.

Thank God I'm not a Jungian.

Wholeness is not achieved by cutting off a portion of one’s being, but by integration of the contraries.