Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.
Just as we might take Darwin as an example of the normal extraverted thinking type, the normal introverted thinking type could be represented by Kant. The one speaks with facts, the other relies on the subjective factor. Darwin ranges over the wide field of objective reality, Kant restricts himself to a critique of knowledge.
Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you.
Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.
Our heart glows, and secret unrest gnaws at the root of our being. Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us.
The debt we owe to the play of imagination is incalculable.
We deem those happy who from the experience of life have learnt to bear its ills without being overcome by them.
It is a fact that cannot be denied: the wickedness of others becomes our own wickedness because it kindles something evil in our own hearts.
It all depends on how we look at things, and not how they are in themselves.
All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination.
Man needs difficulties; they are necessary for health.
A psychoneurosis must be understood, ultimately, as the suffering of a soul which has not discovered its meaning.
Sometimes, indeed, there is such a discrepancy between the genius and his human qualities that one has to ask oneself whether a little less talent might not have been better.
Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
Children are educated by what the grown-up is and not by his talk.
Resistance to the organized mass can be effected only by the man who is as well organized in his individuality as the mass itself.
Knowledge rests not upon truth alone, but upon error also.
Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not.
Great talents are the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruits on the tree of humanity. They hang upon the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off.
The man who promises everything is sure to fulfil nothing, and everyone who promises too much is in danger of using evil means in order to carry out his promises, and is already on the road to perdition.
