Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.

It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.

Love men and women not for their strength but their softness, not for their fullness but their hunger, not for their plenty but their need.

I cannot concentrate all my friendship on any single one of my friends because no one is complete enough in himself.

The artist is the only one who knows that the world is a subjective creation, that there is a choice to be made, a selection of elements.

The unconscious can become destructive if it is disregarded and thwarted.