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

Whenever we touch nature we get clean. People who have got dirty through too much civilization take a walk in the woods, or a bath in the sea. Entering the unconscious, entering yourself through dreams, is touching nature from the inside and this is the same thing, things are put right again.

It seems as if it is only through an experience of symbolic reality that man, vainly seeking his own “existence” and making a philosophy out of it, can find his way back to a world in which he is no longer a stranger.

The healthy man does not torture others.

That which you do not bring to consciousness comes to you as your Fate, that which you do bring to consciousness, whether it was what you thought you wanted or not, is your destiny.

It is indeed time for the clergyman and the psychotherapist to join forces.

Had I left those images hidden in the emotions, I might have been torn to pieces by them.