Introspection is a devouring monster.
The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body.
Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.
The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw.
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.
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.