The more uncertain I have felt about myself, the more there has grown up in me a feeling of kinship with all things.

If one does not understand a person, one tends to regard him as a fool.

The reason for such an “unreasonable” attitude with me is that I am not at all sure what will happen to me after death. I have good reasons to assume that things are not finished with death. Life seems to be an interlude in a long story.

The man who promises everything is sure to fulfil nothing, and everyone who promises too much is in danger of using evil means in order to carry out his promises, and is already on the road to perdition.

I had to make a confession of faith in stone. That was the beginning of the tower, the house I built for myself at Bollingen.

Healing proceeds from the depths to the heights.

Good does not become better by being exaggerated, but worse; And a small evil becomes a big one through being disregarded and repressed.