Man can try to name love, showering upon it all the names at his command, and still he will involve himself in endless self deceptions. If he possesses a grain of wisdom he will lay down his arms and name the unknown by the more unknown - ignotum per ignotius - that is by the name of God.

The unconscious is the unwritten history of mankind from time unrecorded.

The world will ask you who you are, and if you don't know, the world will tell you.

...anyone who attempts to do both, to adjust to his group and at the same time pursue his individual goal, becomes neurotic.

The unconscious wants to flow into consciousness in order to reach the light, but at the same time it continually thwarts itself, because it would rather remain unconscious. That is to say, God wants to become man, but not quite.

But what if I should discover that the least amongst them all, the poorest of all beggars, the most impudent of all offenders, yea the very fiend himself— that these are within me, and that I myself stand in need of the alms of my own kindness, that I myself am the enemy who must be loved— what then?

I have always tried to make room for anything that wanted to come to me from within.