I trim my opponents to fit my arrows.
Psychoanalysis: a rabbit that was swallowed by a boa constrictor just wanted to see what it was like in there.
A fine world in which man reproaches woman with fulfilling his heart's desire!
The psychoanalysts pick our dreams as if they were our pockets.
The real end of the world is the destruction of the spirit; the other kind depends on the insignificant attempt to see whether after such a destruction the world can go on.
The press, that goiter of the world, swells up with the desire for conquest and bursts with the achievements which every day brings. A week has room for the boldest climax of the human drive for expansion.