I should like to be the landscape which I am contemplating, I should like this sky, this quiet water to think themselves within me, that it might be I whom they express in flesh and bone, and I remain at a distance. But it is also by this distance that the sky and the water exist before me. My contemplation is an excruciation only because it is also a joy. I can not appropriate the snow field where i slide. It remains foreign, forbidden, but I take delight in this very effort toward an impossible possession. I experience it as a triumph, not as a defeat.

At bottom, antipsychiatry is still psychiatry. And it doesn't really address itself to women's problems.

A man is in the right in being a man; it is the woman who is in the wrong.

One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.

I willingly trust myself to chance. I let my thoughts wander, I digress, not only sitting at my work, but all day long, all night even. It often happens that a sentence suddenly runs through my head before I go to bed, or when I am unable to sleep, and I get up again and write it down.

It is in the knowledge of the genuine conditions of our lives that we must draw our strength to live and our reasons for living.

A man would never get the notion of writing a book on the peculiar situation of the human male.