If you want a Big Brother, you get all that comes with it.

We are not on the way to greater individualism, but are becoming an increasingly manipulated mass civilization.

As we ascend the social ladder, viciousness wears a thicker mask.

The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother's side, yet this very love must help the child grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent.

What most people in our culture mean by being lovable is essentially a mixture between being popular and having sex appeal.

Finally one arrives at this: the state of sleep has an ambiguous function; in sleep, the lack of contact with the culture brings out the worst and also the best in us.

Also in contemporary Western society the union with the group is the prevalent way of overcoming separateness. It is a union which the individual self disappears to a large extent, and where the aim is to belong to the heard. If I am like everybody else, if I have no feeling or thoughts which make me different, if I conform in custom, dress, ideas, to the pattern of the group, I am saved: saved from the frightening experience of aloneness.