The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.

We are born at a given moment, in a given place, and like vintage years of wine, we have the qualities of the year and of the season in which we are born.

Nothing has a stronger influence psychologically on their environment and especially on their children than the unlived life of the parent.

Man as we realize if we reflect for a moment, never perceives anything fully or comprehends anything completely. He can see, hear, touch, and taste; but how far he sees, how well he hears, what his touch tells him, and what he tastes depend upon the number and quality of his senses. These limit his perception of the world around him. By using scientific instruments he can partly compensate for the deficiencies of his senses. For example, he can extend the range of his vision by binoculars or of his hearing by electrical amplification. But the most elaborate apparatus cannot do more than bring distant or small objects within range of his eyes, or make faint sounds more audible. No matter what instruments he uses, at some point he reaches the edge of certainty beyond which conscious knowledge cannot pass.

Freedom of will is the ability to do gladly that which I must do.

I feel it is the duty of one who goes his own way to inform society of what he finds on his voyage of discovery.

Who has fully realized that history is not contained in thick books but lives in our very blood?

Mysterium Coniunctionis (1955) CW 14: P. 232

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When an inner situation is not made conscious it appears outside as fate.

Thinking is difficult, that’s why most people judge.

"Nothing could persuade me that "in the image of God" applied only to man. In fact it seemed to me that the high mountains, the rivers, lakes, trees, flowers and animals far better exemplified the essence of God than men with their ridiculous clothes, their meanness, vanity, mendacity, and abhorrent egotism -"

I do not forget that my voice is but one voice, my experience a mere drop in the sea, my knowledge no greater than the visual field in a microscope, my mind's eye a mirror that reflects a small concern of the world, and my ideas - a subjective confession.