When we share - that is poetry in the prose of life.
Intelligence will be used in the service of the neurosis.
We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.
Not all men are worthy of love.
The pleasure of satisfying a savage instinct, undomesticated by the ego, is uncomparably much more intense than the one of satisfying a tamed instinct. The reason is becoming the enemy that prevents us from a lot of possibilities of pleasure.
Anxiety in children is originally nothing other than an expression of the fact they are feeling the loss of the person they love.