For years I thought my work still lay ahead, and now I find it is behind me: there was no moment when it took place.

Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.

Each person has his or her own very particular history and after all, the unconscious is the most secret part of ourselves.

It is for man to establish the reign of liberty in the midst of the world of the given. To gain the supreme victory, it is necessary, for one thing, that by and through their natural differentiation men and women unequivocally affirm their brotherhood.

Representation of the world, like the world itself, is the work of men; they describe it from their own point of view, which they confuse with the absolute truth.

Society turns away from the aged worker as though he belonged to another species. That is why the whole question is buried in a conspiracy of silence. Old age exposes the failure of our entire civilization.

History is a great cemetery: men, deeds, ideas are always dying as soon as they are born.