History is just new people making old mistakes.
All family life is organized around the most damaged person in it.
Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have, so to speak, pawned a part of their narcissism.
We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.
I had thought about cocaine in a kind of day-dream.
I have never doubted that religious phenomena are only to be understood on the pattern of the individual neurotic symptoms familiar to us.