I live in my deepest hell and from there I cannot fall any further.

A particularly beautiful woman is a source of terror. As a rule, a beautiful woman is a terrible disappointment.

The unconscious is not a demoniacal monster, but a natural entity which, as far as moral sense, aesthetic taste, and intellectual judgment go, is completely neutral.It only becomes dangerous when our conscious attitude to it is hopelessly wrong. To the degree that we repress it, its danger increases.

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.

Active imagination requires a state of reverie, half-way between sleep and waking.

But what will he do when he sees only too clearly why his patient is ill; when he sees that it arises from his having no love, but only sexuality; no faith, because he is afraid to grope in the dark; no hope, because he is disillusioned by the world and by life; and no understanding, because he has failed to read the meaning of his own existence?

Consciousness succumbs all too easily to unconscious influences, and these are often truer and wiser than our conscious thinking.