The living self has one purpose only: to come into its own fullness of being, as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.

Only at his maximum does an individual surpass all his derivative elements, and become purely himself. And most people never get there. In his own pure individuality a man surpasses his father and mother, and is utterly unknown to them.

What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!

Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.

Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.

She was always waiting, it seemed to be her forte.

Truth does not lie beyond humanity, but is one of the products of the human mind and feeling.