At first she beckoned and lured one into her world; then, she blurred the passageways, confused all the images, as if to elude detection.

If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.

The child who is uprooted begins to recognize that what he builds within himself is what will endure, what will withstand shattering experiences.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we ... believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

Good things happen to those who hustle.

Our psychological reality, which lies below the surface, frightens us because it endlessly surprises us and drives us in a direction which society's rules and organizations define as wrong or dangerous.

The self is merely the lens through which we see others and the world.