I don't for a minute think that Hitler is like Joan of Arc. But I think that at that deep level of tropisms, Hitler or Stalin must have experienced the same tropisms as anyone else.

All psychological research is completely barred by the interpretations of the psychoanalysts. Everything happens in the unconscious, and I don't know what this unconscious is.

Those who live in a world of human beings can only retrace their steps.

We're swallowed up only when we are willing for it to happen.

Neither reproaches nor encouragements are able to revive a faith that is waning.

I have never sought the reason why I write.

For me, the poetry in a work is that which makes visible the invisible.