The power of verse stems from an indefinable harmony between when it says and what it is.

Latent in every man is a venom of amazing bitterness, a black resentment; something that curses and loathes life, a feeling of being trapped, of having trusted and been fooled, of being helpless prey to impotent rage, blind surrender, the victim of a savage, ruthless power that gives and takes away, enlists a man, drops him, promises and betrays, and -crowning injury- inflicts on him the humiliation of feeling sorry for himself.

The world acquires value only through its extremes and endures only through moderation; extremists make the world great, the moderates give it stability.

What is simple is false and what is not is useless.

The purpose of psychology is to give us a completely different idea of the things we know best.

The mind has transformed the world, and the world is repaying it with interest. It has led man where he had no idea how to go.

Man cannot bear his own portrait. The image of his limits and his own determinacy exasperates him, drives him mad.