I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

Not afraid of poverty and drabness and who is untouched by it, untouched by the drunkenness of her friends; (she) who judges, selects, discards people with severity, who knows, when she is telling her endless anecdotes, that they are ways of escape, keeping herself all the more secret behind that profuse talk.

We cannot cure the evils of politics with politics.

Strange, isn't it, that no chemical will give a human being the iridescence that illusions have given them? Give me your hat.

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.

Ordinary life does not interest me.

His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.