Dreams are the guardians of sleep and not its disturbers.
We are what we are because we have been what we have been.
The voice of the intellect is soft one, but it does not rest until it has gained a hearing. Ultimately, after endless rebuffs, it succeeds. This is one of the few points in which one may be optimistic about the future of mankind.
All that matters is love and work.
Intelligence will be used in the service of the neurosis.
Smoking is indispensable if one has nothing to kiss.