I am glad that I do not have any children.
Everything becomes so problematic because of basic faults: from a discontent with myself.
How can one know anything at all about people?
I am no longer afraid to say anything.
In our dreams we can have our eggs cooked exactly how we want them, but we can't eat them.
Papa continually emphasizes how much remains unexplained. With the other psychoanalytic writers, everything is always so known and fixed.