Because history is only an aggregate of personal hostilities, personal prejudices, personal blindness and irrationality, there are times when we have to live against it.

I was thinking of my patients, and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of their own fate. It was not a matter of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate, they were in despair.

The child who is uprooted begins to recognize that what he builds within himself is what will endure, what will withstand shattering experiences.

Houses turn to corpses overnight when we cease to live and love in them.

Societies in decline have no use for visionaries.

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

In music I feel most deeply the passing of things.