Love and death are the great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
Therapy only works when we have a genuine desire to know ourselves as we are, not as we would like to be.
The tragedy is not to die, Abel, but to be wasted.
In the walls of our hearts and brains, danger waits. There are holes in the floor of the mind.
Friendship can sometimes involve a breach of individual separateness.
In love, you take leave of your senses, but in hatred, you must be present to calculate your actions.