No one who has seen a baby sinking back satiated from the breast and falling asleep with flushed cheeks and a blissful smile can escape the reflection that this picture persists as a prototype of the expression of sexual satisfaction in later life.

Love in the form of longing and deprivation lowers the self regard.

Everywhere I go I find that a poet has been there before me.

The paranoid is never entirely mistaken.

The creative writer does the same as the child at play; he creates a world of fantasy which he takes very seriously.

The price we pay for our advance in civilization is a loss of happiness through the heightening of the sense of guilt.

The moment a man questions the meaning and value of life, he is sick, since objectively neither has any existence; by asking this question one is merely admitting to a store of unsatisfied libido to which something else must have happened, a kind of fermentation leading to sadness and depression.