The world of gods and spirits is truly 'nothing but' the collective unconscious inside me.

The creative mind plays with the object it loves.

Synchronistic phenomena prove the simultaneous occurrence of meaningful equivalences in heterogenous, causally unrelated processes; in other words, they prove that a content perceived by an observer can, at the same time, be represented by an outside event, without any causal connection. From this it follows either that the psyche cannot be localized in time, or that space is relative to the psyche.

But what if I should discover that the least amongst them all, the poorest of all beggars, the most impudent of all offenders, yea the very fiend himself— that these are within me, and that I myself stand in need of the alms of my own kindness, that I myself am the enemy who must be loved— what then?

You must go in quest of yourself, and you will find yourself again only in the simple and forgotten things.

Real liberation comes not from glossing over or repressing painful states of feeling, but only from experiencing them to the full.

The world will ask you who you are, and if you don't know, the world will tell you.