I only believe in fire. Life. Fire. Being myself on fire I set others on fire. Never death. Fire and life.

Compassion for our parents is the true sign of maturity.

The diary taught me that it is in the moments of emotional crisis that human beings reveal themselves most accurately. I learned to choose the heightened moments because they are the moments of revelation.

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.

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.

While analyzing so many people I realized the constant need of a mother, or a father, or a god (the same thing) is really immaturity. It is a childish need, a human need, but so universal that I can see how it gave birth to all religions.

A man who lives unrelated to other human beings dies. But a man who lives unrelated to himself also dies.