To find a mountain path all by oneself gives a greater feeling of strength than to take a path that is shown.
a normal human being ... does not exist.
Life itself still remains a very effective therapist.
There's still such chaos in me. Still so little firmly outlined. Just like my face: a formless mass that only takes on shape through the expression of the moment. The searching for our selves is the most agonizing
There is no such thing as a normal psychology that holds for all people.
Is not the tremendous strength in men of the impulse to creative work in every field precisely due to their feeling of playing a relatively small part in the creation of living beings, which constantly impels them to an overcompensation in achievement?