Archetypes resemble the beds of rivers: dried up because the water has deserted them, though it may return at any time. An archetype is something like an old watercourse along which the water of life flowed for a time, digging a deep channel for itself. The longer it flowed the deeper the channel, and the more likely it is that sooner or later the water will return.

Meaning makes a great many things endurable---per haps everything.

Eternal truth needs a human language that alters with the spirit of the times.

The man who speaks with primordial images, speaks with a thousand tongues.

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.

I know that in many things I am not like others, but I do not know what I really am like. Man cannot compare himself with any other creature; he is not a monkey, not a cow, not a tree. I am a man. But what is it to be that? Like every other being, I am a splinter of the infinite deity, but I cannot contrast myself with any animal, any plant or any stone. Only a mythical being has a range greater than man's. How then can man form any definite opinions about himself?.

We deem those happy who from the experience of life have learnt to bear its ills without being overcome by them.