Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have , so to speak , pawned a part of their narcissism.
Sigmund Freud was a half baked Viennese quack. Our literature, culture, and the the films of Woody Allen would be better today if Freud had never written a word.
No, our science is no illusion. But an illusion it would be to suppose that what science cannot give us we can get elsewhere.
My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.
A woman should soften but not weaken a man.
The behavior of a human being in sexual matters is often a prototype for the whole of his other modes of reaction in life.
Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.
Innately, children seem to have little true realistic anxiety. They will run along the brink of water, climb on the window sill, play with sharp objects and with fire, in short, do everything that is bound to damage them and to worry those in charge of them, that is wholly the result of education; for they cannot be allowed to make the instructive experiences themselves.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
Anatomy is destiny.