The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.

When the wayfarer whistles in the dark, he may be disavowing his timidity, but he does not see any the more clearly for doing so.

The dream acts as a safety-valve for the over-burdened brain.

When we attempt to imagine death, we perceive ourselves as spectators.

A strong experience in the present awakens in the creative writer a memory of an earlier experience (usually belonging to his childhood) from which there now proceeds a wish which finds its fulfilment in the creative work.

Christmas is the alcoholidays

To endure life remains, when all is said, the first duty of all living being Illusion can have no value if it makes this more difficult for us.