A Woman (n.) has a kiss subtler than the serpent's voice, says Byron: the snake conquered only dust, but she will lure a second host down from heaven.
A Woman (n.) is always the instrument of the old god's fate, knowing and betraying his secret thoughts — hence the helpless rage of Wotan, who will not see his own contradictions.
A Woman (n.) belongs on the weak side of a man — the anima catches him where he is weak, for where one is weak one needs support and completion.
A Woman (n.) as mother or beloved is forced to carry and embody an omnipresent, ageless image that corresponds to the deepest reality in a man.
A Woman (n.) always stands just where the man's shadow falls, so he confuses the two — and then, to repair the mistake, overvalues her as the most desirable thing in the world.
A Woman (n.) stands as a rule on man's intimate side — the side that only feels and does not want to see — and so appears to him as an impenetrable mask behind which anything at all can be conjectured, and seen.
A Woman (n.) clothed with the sun contains in her darkness the sun of masculine consciousness, which rises out of her as a child and sinks into her as an old man.