The important thing is being capable of emotions, but to experience only one's own would be a sorry limitation.
We live counterfeit lives in order to resemble the idea we first had of ourselves.
The itch is a mean, unconfessable, ridiculous malady; one can pity someone who is suffering ; someone who wants to scratch himself makes one laugh.
Be faithful to that which exists within yourself.
Nothing blocks happiness like happiness remembered.
To be sure, theory is useful. But without warmth of heart and without love it bruises the very ones it claims to save.