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

All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination.

Ultimate truth, if there be such a thing, demands the concert of many voices.

The divine process of change manifests itself to our human understanding . . . as punishment, torment, death, and transfiguration.

Gnosticism was stamped out completely and its remnants are so badly mangled that special study is needed to get any insight at all into its inner meaning.

The unconscious is the unwritten history of mankind from time unrecorded.

I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once, and cannot add up the sum. I am incapable of determining ultimate worth or worthlessness; I have no judgment about myself and my life. There is nothing I am quite sure about. I have no definite convictions - not about anything, really. I know only that I was born and exist, and it seems to me that I have been carried along. I exist on the foundation or something I do not know.