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.

Each society is a hero system which promises victory over evil and death.

Relationship is thus always slavery of a kind, which leaves a residue of guilt.

Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.

War is a sociological safety valve that cleverly diverts popular hatred for the ruling classes into a happy occasion to mutilate or kill foreign enemies.

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

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.