Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often are a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.

— Carl Jung

Words can never capture what we are – language always fails beautifully in this regard – but this chap has a lovely turn of phrase and a simple brevity which always makes me smile and feel a gentle ‘yes’ every time I read him.