The Judgment Of The Intellect Is, At

Ultimate Truth, If There Be Such A Thing, Demands The Concert Of Many Voices.

We Are A Psychic Process Which We Do Not Control, Or Only Partly Direct. Consequently, We Cannot Have Any Final Judgment About Ourselves Or Our Lives.

The Majority Of My Patients Consisted Not Of Believers But Of Those Who Had Lost Their Faith.

Archetypes, In Spite Of Their Conservative Nature, Are Not Static But In A Continuous Dramatic Flux. Thus The Self As A Monad Or Continuous Unit Would Be Dead. But It Lives Inasmuch As It Splits And Unites Again. There Is No Energy Without Opposites!

One Cannot Free Oneself By Bowing To The Yoke, But By Breaking It.