We are more like a many-faceted whole, and it is our task in the course of a lifetime to realize each facet of our selves - a journey that is more likely to be downward, circular, and labyrinthine than upward, onward, and straight.

The more we realize our selves, the less they seem to be our selves, as if the world-soul merely wishes to reflect itself through our eyes. The less self-important we are, the more important we are as selves, with a unique perspective on the cosmos.

We cultivate soul by seeking depth, interiority, and connectedness - in short, by exercising imagination.

As part of the Soul of the World we are part of a cosmic dance of which it is meaningless to ask the purpose and meaning - because it is all purpose and meaning.

Emotion and intellect, matter and spirit, body and soul, One and Many, male and female, human and divine, freedom and necessity - all the contradictions of our fractured existence are most marvelously woven together in the wedding of soul and spirit, which preserves our twofoldness right into the heart of the One.

Our lives are like a piece of embroidery: on one side, all loose ends, cut threads, and knots; but, turned around at death, a marvelous, coherent picture.

Death is not the opposite of life but of birth - life is a continuous realm out of which we are born; that (as Plato says) we can dimly remember during our existence; and to which we return when we die - to that totality of life compared to which mortal existence seems but a dreamlike fragment.

There are many other worlds - but they are all in this one.

The unconscious reflects back at us the face we show to it.