How one can live without being able to judge oneself, criticize what one has accomplished, and still enjoy what one does, is unimaginable to me.

Children usually do not blame themselves for getting lost.

Everything becomes so problematic because of basic faults: from a discontent with myself.

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.

I am glad that I do not have any children.

Everyone here says in a surprised manner that I have grown... they are so stupid and do not notice that I am standing up straighter!

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