What we do is never understood, but always merely praised or blamed.

Enjoyment and innocence are the most bashful things: both do not want to be sought.

This mother needs happy, reputable children, and that one needs unhappy ones: otherwise she cannot show her kindness as a mother.

Without myth, however, every culture loses its healthy creative natural power: it is only a horizon encompassed with myth that rounds off to unity a social movement.

Everything good is the transmutation of something evil: every god has a devil for a father.

In affability there is no hatred of men, but for that very reason there is all too much contempt for men.

The so called unconscious inferences can be traced back to the all-preserving memory, which presents us with parallel experiences and hence already knows the consequences of an action. It is not anticipation of the effects; rather, it is the feeling: identical causes, identical effects . . .