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

A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.

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.

We are aware only of the empty space in the forest, which only yesterday was filled with trees.

The selection of leadership must follow practical considerations. Maybe I look at things too pessimistically?