There is need of variety in sex, but not in love.

We are all in a race for dear life: that is to say, we are fugitives from death.

Great innovators and original thinkers and artists attract the wrath of mediocrities as lightning rods draw the flashes.

In order to be happy oneself it is necessary to make at least one other person happy.

Women in general want to be loved for what they are and men for what they accomplish.

The repressed memory is like a noisy intruder being thrown out of the concert hall. You can throw him out, but he will bang on the door and continue to disturb the concert. The analyst opens the door and says, If you promise to behave yourself, you can come back in.

The man who has never made a fool of himself in love will never be wise in love.