When goals go, meaning goes. When meaning goes, purpose goes. When purpose goes, life goes dead on our hands.

Every Mother contains her daughter in herself and every daughter her mother and every mother extends backwards into her mother and forwards into her daughter.

Words are animals, alive with a will of their own

The unconscious is not a demoniacal monster, but a natural entity which, as far as moral sense, aesthetic taste, and intellectual judgment go, is completely neutral.It only becomes dangerous when our conscious attitude to it is hopelessly wrong. To the degree that we repress it, its danger increases.

The greatest tragedy of the family is the unlived lives of the parents.

In fact, the whole of mythology could be taken as a sort of projection of the collective unconscious

Somewhere, right at the bottom of one’s own being, one generally does know where one should go and what one should do. But there are times when the clown we call “I” behaves in such a distracting fashion that the inner voice cannot make its presence felt.