There are instances when we are like horses, we psychologists, and grow restless: we see our own shadow wavering up and down before us. A psychologist must look away from himself in order to see anything at all.

Youth is an unpleasant period; for then it is not possible or not prudent to be productive in any sense whatsoever.

He turns all of his injuries into strengths, that which does not kill him makes him stronger, he is superman.

Human, all too human.

The love of one sole being is a barbarism; for it will be employed to the detriment of all the rest. So too the love of God.

The way to transmute your iron duty into gold in everyone's eyes is this: always deliver more than you promise.

What a person is begins to betray itself when his talent weakens--when he stops showing what he can do. Talent, too, is ornamentation, and ornamentation, too, is a hiding place.