...we have to surpass ourselves every day, make every day undying. Climb our own personal Everest and do it in such a way that every step is a little bit of eternity. That's what the future is for: to build the present, with real plans, made by living people.

Don't let the cat out or the concierge in: this is the first principle of socialist ladies.

As far as I can see, only psychoanalysis can compete with Christians in their love of drawn-out suffering.

Levin delights in the forgetfulness that movement brings, where the pleasure of doing is marvellously foreign to the striving of the will.

Melancholy overwhelms me at supersonic speed.

I belong to the 8% of the world population who calm their apprehension by drowning it in numbers.

We never look beyond our assumptions and what's worse, we have given up trying to meet others; we just meet ourselves.