To express unafraid and unashamed what one really thinks and feels is one of the great consolations of life.

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

The lover is a monotheist who knows that other people worship different gods but cannot himself imagine that there could be other gods.

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.

Love is an attempt to change a piece of a dream world into reality.

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

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