Becoming conscious is of course a sacrilege against nature; it is as though you had robbed the unconscious of something.

The creative mind plays with the object it loves.

Our psyche is set up in accord with the structure of the universe, and what happens in the macrocosm likewise happens in the infinitesimal and most subjective reaches of the psyche

The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases.

The capacity for inner dialogue is a touchstone for outer objectivity.

In sleep, fantasy takes the form of dreams. But in waking life, too, we continue to dream beneath the threshold of consciousness, especially when under the influence of repressed or other unconscious complexes.

A book of mine is always a matter of fate. There is something unpredictable about the process of writing, and I cannot prescribe for myself any predetermined course.