We celebrate peace. Yet we pay no attention to the ways of curing aggression in human beings. And when one sees in psychoanalysis hostility disappearing as people conquer their fears, one wonders if the cure is not there.

There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.

The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.

We are cruel when someone refuses to play the role in which we have cast him. We judge a person only according to his relationship towards us.

Big Business and Politics are twins, they are the monsters who kill everything, corrupt everything.

I miss the animal buoyancy of New York, the animal vitality. I did not mind that it had no meaning and no depth.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.