Carl Gustav Jung

The image of God has a shadow.

It is true, it is true, what I speak is the greatness and intoxication and ugliness of madness.

He whose desire turns away from outer things, reaches the place of the soul.

My friends, it is wise to nourish the soul, otherwise you will breed dragons and devils in your heart.

My soul leads me into the desert, into the desert of my own self

It is unquestionable: if you enter into the world of the soul, you are like a madman, and a doctor would consider you to be sick.

Your voice, the rarest pleasing sound, will be heard amid the stammerings of wretches, rejects, and those condemned as worthless.

There is a true love that does not concern itself with neighbors.

I look: to the right it is dark night; to the left it is bright day.

Then I came to this, “Perhaps my unconscious is forming a personality that is not I, but which is insisting on coming through to expression.”