. . . nobody every taught you loyalty. . .
The real truths are those that can be invented.
My unconscious knows more about the consciousness of the psychologist than his consciousness knows about my unconscious.
There is no more unfortunate creature under the sun than a fetishist who yearns for a woman's shoe and has to settle for the whole woman.
So-called psychoanalysis is the occupation of lustful rationalists who trace everything in the world to sexual causes--with the exception of their occupation.
If something is stolen from you, don't go to the police. They're not interested. Don't go to a psychologist either, because he's interested in only one thing: that it was really you who did the stealing.
Sexuality poorly repressed unsettles some families; well repressed, it unsettles the whole world.
The moment of near despair is quite often the moment that precedes courage.
Going forward seems like retreat.
Was it for my good that the rein was laid loose, as it were, upon me, for me to sin? or was it not laid loose? If not, why does it still echo in our ears on all sides, "Let him alone, let him do as he will, for he is not yet baptized?" but as to bodily health, no one says, "Let him be worse wounded, for he is not yet healed. " How much better then, had I been at once healed; and then, by my friends' diligence and my own, my soul's recovered health had been kept safe in Thy keeping who gavest it.
The older you get, the more you've done.