Our western mind lacking all culture in this respect, has never yet devised a concept, not even a name for "the union of opposites through the middle path", that most fundamental item of inward experience which could respectably be set against the Chinese concept of Tao.

The world begins to exist when the individual discovers it.

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.

One finds one's destiny on the path one takes to avoid it.

Not nature, but the "genius of mankind," has knotted the hangman's noose with which it can execute itself at any moment.

How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole

And what shall we know of this life on earth after death? The dissolution of our timebound form in eternity brings no loss of meaning. Rather, does the little finger know itself a member of the hand.