What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his?
The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.
It is enough for me to hear someone talk sincerely about ideals, about the future, about philosophy, to hear him say “we" with a certain inflection of assurance, to hear him invoke "others" and regard himself as their interpreter - for me to consider him my enemy.
To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.
We change ideas like neckties.
Psychoanalysis is a technique we practice at our cost; psychoanalysis degrades our risks, our dangers, our depths; it strips us of our impurities, of all that made us curious about ourselves.