I am there where it is spoken that the universe is a defect in the purity of non-being.

Psychoanalysis is a terribly efficient instrument, and because it is more and more a prestigious instrument, we run the risk of using it with a purpose for which it was not made for, and in this way we may degrade it.

What could be more convincing, moreover, than the gesture of laying one's cards face up on the table?

The only thing of which one can be guilty is of having given ground relative to one's desire.

Love means giving something you don't have to someone who doesn't want it.

The sentence completes its signification only with its last term.

The unconscious is structured like a language.