On Death

"But when one is alone and it is night and so dark and still one hears nothing and sees nothing but the thoughts which add and subtract the years, and the long row of those disagreeable facts which remorselessly indicate how far the hand of the clock has moved forward, and the slow, irresistible approach of the wall of darkness which will eventually engulf everything I love, wish for, hope for, and strive for, then all our profundities about life will slink off to some undiscoverable hiding-place and fear envelops the sleepless one like a smothering blanket." - Carl Jung