Women see through each other, but they rarely look into themselves.

The small share of happiness attainable by man exists only insofar as he is able to cease to think of himself.

In our civilization, men are afraid that they will not be men enough and women are afraid that they might be considered only women.

There are only two roads that lead to something like human happiness. They are marked by the words . . . love and achievement. . . . Inorder to be happy oneself it is necessary to make at least one other person happy. . . . The secret of human happiness is not inself-seeking but in self-forgetting.

No person loving or admiring himself is alone.

It is always possible to approach a goal by a detour.

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