Love is the problem of an animal.

It is fateful and ironic how the lie we need in order to live dooms us to a life that is never really ours.

...Erich Fromm wondered why most people did not become insane in the face of the existential contradiction between a symbolic self, that seems to give man infinite worth in a timeless scheme of things, and a body that is worth about 98¢.

Horror alone brings peace of mind.

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

One of the main reasons that it is so easy to march men off to war is that each of them feels sorry for the man next to him who will die.

The key to the creative type is that he is separated out of the common pool of shared meanings. There is something in his life experience that makes him take in the world as a problem; as a result he has to make personal sense out of it.