Life is teleology par excellence; it is the intrinsic striving towards a goal, and the living organism is … - Carl Jung

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I don't like the idea of the black race being diluted out of existence. I like the idea of all of us being here.

Carl Jung

Life is teleology par excellence; it is the intrinsic striving towards a goal, and the living organism is a system of directed aims which seek to fulfill themselves.

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We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect. The judgement of the intellect is only part of the truth.

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The greater the tension, the greater is the potential.

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For better to come, good must stand aside.

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Every individual needs revolution, inner division, overthrow of the existing order, and renewal, but not by forcing them upon his neighbors under the hypocritical cloak of Christian love or the sense of social responsibility or any of the other beautiful euphemisms for unconscious urges to personal power.

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Commendation heals; condemnation destroys.

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