Because the European does not know his own unconscious, he does not understand the East and projects it into everything he fears and despises in himself.

The debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.

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

From the living fountain of instinct flows everything that is creative; hence the unconscious is not merely conditioned by history, but is the very source of the creative impulse. It is like nature herself - prodigiously conservative, and yet transcending her own historical conditions in her acts of creation.

The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.

Modern man is battered by the fundamental forces of his own psyche.

As a plant produces its flower, so the psyche creates its symbols.