We are aware only of the empty space in the forest, which only yesterday was filled with trees.

Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned, hence something given truly as a present.

How can one know anything at all about people?

Papa continually emphasizes how much remains unexplained. With the other psychoanalytic writers, everything is always so known and fixed.

Everyone here says in a surprised manner that I have grown... they are so stupid and do not notice that I am standing up straighter!

Papa always makes it clear that he would like to know me as much more rational and lucid than the girls and women he gets to know during his analytic hours.

I am no longer afraid to say anything.