I have no theory about dreams. I do not know how dreams arise. On the other hand, I know that if we meditate on a dream sufficiently long and thoroughly – if we take the boat with us and turn it over and over – something almost always comes out of it.

The heaping together of paintings by Old Masters in museums is a catastrophe; likewise, a collection of a hundred Great Brains makes one big fathead.

Hitler's unconscious seems to be female.

Shadow work is the path of the heart warrior.

We do not know whether Hitler is going to found a new Islam. He is already on the way; he is like Muhammad.

I am looking forward enormously to getting back to the sea again, where the overstimulated psyche can recover in the presence of that infinite peace and spaciousness.

All true things must change and only that which changes remains true.