It's odd how a person always arouses admiration for his moral qualities among the relatives of another with whom he has sexual relations. Physical love, so unjustifiably decried, makes everyone show, down to the least detail, all he has of goodness and self-sacrifice, so that he shines even in the eyes of those nearest to him.

It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.

Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.

We think and name in one world, we live and feel in another.

As long as men are free to ask what they must, free to say what they think, free to think what they will, freedom can never be lost and science can never regress.

But when one believes in the reality of things, making them visible by artificial means is not quite the same as feeling that they are close at hand.

All the great things we know have come to us from neurotics. It is they who have founded religions and created great works of art.