I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.
Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.
Things aren't the way they are, they're the way you are
What can I do with my happiness? How can I keep it, conceal it, bury it where I may never lose it? I want to kneel as it falls over me like rain, gather it up with lace and silk, and press it over myself again.
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.