Normality is a fine ideal for those who have no imagination.

We can hardly escape the feeling that the unconscious process moves spiral-wise round a centre, gradually getting closer, while the characteristics of the centre grow more and more distinct.

The experience of the self is always a defeat for the ego.

To be normal is the ultimate aim of the unsuccessful.

The little world of childhood with its familiar surroundings is a model of the greater world. The more intensively the family has stamped its character upon the child, the more it will tend to feel and see its earlier miniature world again in the bigger world of adult life. Naturally this is not a conscious, intellectual process.

The psychopathology of the masses is rooted in the psychology of the individual

Nature is not matter only. She is also a spirit