Literature in its most comprehensive sense is the autobiography of humanity.

The average European does not seem to feel free until he succeeds in enslaving and oppressing others.

Psychoanalysts are not occupied with the minds of their patients; they do not believe in the mind but in a cerebral intestine.

Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.

Life has taught me that it is not for our faults that we are disliked and even hated, but for our qualities.

Pessimism like calumny is easy to do, and attracts immediate attention. The gossiper and the writer may find this out soon enough, and a little encouragement from the current mood will procure them successes that bring endless imitators in their trail. On the other hand saying good things about life in general and individuals in particular and making it interesting is a serious task which few can achieve with credit.

When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.