In a way there's only a fine shade of difference between the healthy and the deranged.

In abstract love of humanity one almost always only loves oneself.

Grown-up people do not know that a child can give exceedingly good advice even in the most difficult case.

In a morbid condition of the brain, dreams often have a singular actuality, vividness, and extraordinary semblance of reality.

Because everyone is guilty for everyone else. For all the 'wee ones,' because there are little children and big children. All people are 'wee ones.' And I'll go for all of them, because there must be someone who will go for all of them.

It's a burden to us even to be human beings-men with our own real body and blood; we are ashamed of it, we think it a disgrace and try to contrive to be some sort of impossible generalized man.

Man is a pliable animal, a being who gets accustomed to everything!