I have never since entirely freed myself of the impression that this life is a segment of existence which is enacted in a three-dimensional boxlike universe especially set up for it.

I live in my deepest hell and from there I cannot fall any further.

The starry vault of heaven is in truth the open book of cosmic projection.

The difference between the "natural" individuation process, which runs its course unconsciously, and the one that is consciously realized is tremendous. In the first case, consciousness nowhere intervenes; the end remains as dark as the beginning. In the second case, so much darkness comes to light that the personality is permeated with light and consciousness necessarily gains in scope and insight. The encounter between conscious and unconscious has to ensure that the light that shines in the darkness is not only comprehended by the darkness, but comprehends it.

Intuition does not denote something contrary to reason, but something outside of the province of reason.

The creative mind plays with the object it loves.

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