Dreams are symbolic in order that they cannot be understood; in order that the wish, which is the source of the dream, may remain unknown.

The most important question anyone can ask is: What myth am I living?

...it seemed to me I was living in an insane asylum of my own making. I wnt about with all these fantastic figures: centaurs, nymphs, satyrs, gods and goddesses, as though they were patients and I was analyzing them. I read a Greek or Negro myth as if a lunatic were telling me his anamnesis.

The doctor is effective only when he himself is affected. Only the wounded physician heals.

At times I feel as if I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every tree, in the plashing of the waves, in the clouds and the animals that come and go, in the procession of the seasons.

We need more understanding of human nature, because the only real danger that exists is man himself.

The reason for evil in the world is that people are not able to tell their stories.