We might say that both the artist and theneurotic bite off more than they can chew, but the artist spews it back out again and chews it over in an objectified way, as an ex­ternal, active, work project.

We might say that psychoanalysis revealed to us the complex penalties of denying the truth of man's condition, what we might call the costs of pretending not to be mad.

To live is to play at the meaning of life...The upshot of this . . . is that it teaches us once and for all that childlike foolishness is the calling of mature men.

Guilt results from unused life, from the unlived in us.

Ecological devastation is the excrement, so to speak, of man's power worship.

Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.

Modern man is drinking and drugging himself out of awareness, or he spends his time shopping, which is the same thing.