The Only Thing We Have To Fear

That Which Compels Us To Create A Substitute For Ourselves Is Not The External Lack Of Objects, But Our Incapacity To Lovingly Include A Thing Outside Of Ourselves

Nothing Is More Repulsive Than A Furtively Prurient Spirituality; It Is Just As Unsavoury As Gross Sensuality.

...the Unconscious Has No Time. There Is No Trouble About Time In The Unconscious. Part Of Our Psyche Is Not In Time And Not In Space. They Are Only An Illusion, Time And Space, And So In A Certain Part Of Our Psyche Time Does Not Exist At All.

We Carry Our Past With Us, To Wit, The Primitive And Inferior Man With His Desires And Emotions, And It Is Only With An Enormous Effort That We Can Detach Ourselves From This Burden. If It Comes To A Neurosis, We Invariably Have To Deal With A Considerably Intensified Shadow.

Solitude Is For Me A Fount Of Healing Which Makes My Life Worth Living.