The little world of childhood with its familiar surroundings is a model of the greater world. The more intensively the family has stamped its character upon the child, the more it will tend to feel and see its earlier miniature world again in the bigger world of adult life. Naturally this is not a conscious, intellectual process.

There are as many archetypes as there are typical situations in life. Endless repetition has engraved these experiences into our psychic constitution, not in the forms of images filled with content, but at first only as forms without content, representing merely the possibility of a certain type of perception and action.

But we must not forget that only a very few people are artists in life; that the art of life is the most distinguished and rarest of all the arts.

Understanding does not cure evil, but it is a definite help, inasmuch as one can cope with a comprehensible darkness.

The world begins to exist when the individual discovers it.

We know that the wildest and most moving dramas are played not in the theatre but in the hearts of ordinary men and women.

The reason for such an “unreasonable” attitude with me is that I am not at all sure what will happen to me after death. I have good reasons to assume that things are not finished with death. Life seems to be an interlude in a long story.