It seems that great minds a hundred years ago saw what would happen today or tomorrow, while we to whom it is happening blind ourselves in order not to be disturbed in our daily routine.

It takes a moment to tell someone you love them, but it takes a lifetime to prove it.

The sick individual finds himself at home with all other similarly sick individuals. The whole culture is geared to this kind of pathology.

The criterion of mental health is not one of individual adjustment to a given social order, but a universal one, valid for all men, of giving a satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

Care and responsibility are constituent elements of love, but without respect for and knowledge of the beloved person, love deteriorates into domination and possessiveness.

There is only one reality: the act of feeling ourselves in the process of making choices.

Optimism is an alienated form of faith, pessimism an alienated form of despair.