Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.

Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.

But all the time-no matter what she was doing-there was music.

The thinking mind is best controlled by the imagination.

The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.

The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.

You don't know what it is to store up a lot of details and then come upon something real.