The man of today, who resembles more or less the collective ideal, has made his heart into a den of murderers, as can easily be proved by the analysis of his unconscious, even though he himself is not in the least disturbed by it.
Carl JungShrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.
Carl JungSolitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.
Carl Jung