If some longing goes unmet, don't be astonished. We call that Life.
Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.
A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.
Everything becomes so problematic because of basic faults: from a discontent with myself.
How can one know anything at all about people?
How one can live without being able to judge oneself, criticize what one has accomplished, and still enjoy what one does, is unimaginable to me.
I am glad that I do not have any children.
I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.
If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.
We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.
It is only when parental feelings are ineffective or too ambivalent or when the mother's emotions are temporarily engaged elsewhere that children feel lost.
Children usually do not blame themselves for getting lost.
Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?
Who promised you that only for joy were you brought to this earth?
We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.