Self-reflection (n.) always runs into the frontier of the unconscious — which holds precisely what you most need to know.
Self-reflection (n.) is, in dreams, reflection not on the ego but on the self — the strange self, foreign to the ego, that was ours from the start, the trunk the ego grew from.
Self-reflection (n.) yields not only truths but dignity: by it a man deems himself worthy of serious attention and signs a declaration of his own human worth.
Self-reflection (n.) shows that the good exceeds the bad by very little, if at all — permanent moral goodness is imaginable only to the unconscious, and permanent self-deception is the rule.
Self-reflection (n.) is deemed almost morbid — we suspect the psyche of harbouring something unwholesome, so any concern with it smells of the sick-room.