Myth is more individual and expresses life more precisely than does science.

It is my mind, with its store of images, that gives the world color and sound; and that supremely real and rational certainty which I can "experience" is, in its most simple form, an exceedingly complicated structure of mental images. Thus there is, in a certain sense, nothing that is directly experienced except the mind itself. Everything is mediated through the mind, translated, filtered, allegorized, twisted, even falsified by it. We are . . . enveloped in a cloud of changing and endlessly shifting images.

Dawn is born at midnight.

What is not brought to consciousness, comes to us as fate.

A dream that is not understood remains a mere occurrence; understood it becomes a living experience.

Projection [of our own shadow] makes the whole world a replica of our own unknown face.

In each of us is another whom we do not know. He speaks to us in dreams and tells us how differently he sees us from the way we see ourselves.