Create around one at least a small circle where matters are arranged as one wants them to be.

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

Papa continually emphasizes how much remains unexplained. With the other psychoanalytic writers, everything is always so known and fixed.

Papa always makes it clear that he would like to know me as much more rational and lucid than the girls and women he gets to know during his analytic hours.

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.

My different personalities leave me in peace now.

If some longing goes unmet, don't be astonished. We call that Life.