I think the person who takes a job in order to live - that is to say, for the money - has turned himself into a slave.

Wherever the poetry of myth is interpreted as biography, history, or science, it is killed.

As Freud has shown, blunders are not the merest chance. They are the result of suppressed desires and conflicts. They are ripples on the surface of life, produced by unsuspected springs. And these may be very deep - as deep as the soul itself. The blunder may amount to the opening of a destiny.

When you translate the Bible with excessive literalism, you demythologize it. The possibility of a convincing reference to the individual's own spiritual experience is lost. (111)

There's always the possibility of a fiasco. But there's also the possibility of bliss.

The myth is the public domain and the dream is the private myth. If your private myth, your dream, happens to coincide with that of the society, you are in good accord with your group. If it isn't, you've got a long adventure in the dark forest ahead of you.

We're all seeking...the rapture of being alive.