Everything we think of as great has come to us from neurotics. It is they and they alone who found religions and create great works of art. The world will never realize how much it owes to them and what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on it.

Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.

Our shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet.

Everything we think of as great has come to us from neurotics. It is they and they alone who found religions and create great works of art. The world will never realize how much it owes to them and what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on it.

We are all of us obliged, if we are to make reality endurable, to nurse a few little follies in ourselves.

Man is the creature that cannot emerge from himself, that knows his fellows only in himself; when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.

Friendship is in the end no more than: " . . . a lie which seeks to make us believe that we are not irremediably alone."