Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility.
Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have, so to speak, pawned a part of their narcissism.
What progress we are making. In the Middle Ages they would have burned me. Now they are content with burning my books.
What a distressing contrast there is between the radiant intelligence of the child and the feeble mentality of the average adult.
We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.
Time spent with cats is never wasted.
The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.
The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is "What does a woman want?"
The goal of all life is death.
Neurotics complain of their illness, but they make the most of it, and when it comes to talking it away from them they will defend it like a lioness her young.
Everywhere I go I find that a poet has been there before me.
Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.
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