I am glad that I do not have any children.

I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.

We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.

Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?

It is only when parental feelings are ineffective or too ambivalent or when the mother's emotions are temporarily engaged elsewhere that children feel lost.

We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.

A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.