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

Things are not as we would like them to be. There is only one way to deal with it, namely to try and be all right oneself.

A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.

Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned, hence something given truly as a present.

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

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

Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.