The Intellect (n.) is by no means the only way in which we understand the world.
The Intellect (n.) is not that which gives us an understanding of the world.
The Intellect (n.) is sometimes a worse problem-solver than the body. The hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.
Intellect (n.) is the needle that pins down and classifies — the patient dreamed his doctor speared his animal to the wall, fearing to lose his pet theories about sex.
Intellect (n.) working honestly ends in paradox and relativity, for it is only one function among many; its judgment is at best a half-truth that must admit its inadequacy.
Intellect (n.) is king in science but only a minister once science is applied to living — a refined tool in the service of creative fantasy.
Intellect (n.) is only one function among several, so science, a matter of intellect, cannot give a complete picture of the world; feeling's convictions are not necessarily inferior.
Intellect (n.) is man's sword or hammer, not a father of the soul; when spirit grows heavy and turns to water, the intellect usurps its throne with Luciferian presumption.
Intellect (n.) can grow out of resistance to the mother — a sphere where she has no place, built to enumerate all her stupidities and mistakes in logic.
Intellect (n.) is useful in its own field, but a great cheat and illusionist outside it whenever it tries to manipulate values.
Intellect (n.) alone gives a picture of anything that is fifty to seventy-five per cent unsatisfactory: feeling, sensation, intuition and the reaction of the unconscious are needed for a whole judgment.
Intellect (n.) kept sensibly as an employee, as in America, turns out to be Mephisto — it had always been daemonic, only the dreamer had not noticed how possessed he was by it.
Intellect (n.) may be the devil, but the devil is the 'strange son of chaos' who can most readily be trusted to deal with his mother.
Intellect (n.) is the mirror and indispensable instrument of navigation on pathless seas — dangerous once the ground slips away and it speculates in the void.
Intellect (n.) is outside man — it is his daemon; the soul was swallowed by matter and only mind was left.
Intellect (n.) is that clever jackanapes who can put things this way or any other he pleases — quite different from the psyche confronting a man, hard as granite and heavy as lead, saying This is what will and must be.
The Intellect (n.) becomes the devil when it stops serving the symbolic life: it is what makes you neurotic.
The Intellect (n.) has escaped man's control and become his obsession, Jung wrote in 1934, instead of remaining an obedient tool in a creator's hands; grown so fat, it can begin to devour itself.