In my dreams I sleep with everybody.
Death from disillusion is not instantaneous, and there are no mercy killers for the disillusioned.
The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.
What a mystery this is, desire. The love sickness, the sensitivity, the obsession, the flutter of the heart, the ebb and flow of the blood. There is no drug and no alcohol to equal it.
Great repressions create dualities.
The core of creation is to summon an image and the power to work with the image.
If you can’t create, you destroy.
The suppression of inner patterns in favor of patterns created by society is dangerous to us.
No one should be forced to carry the unfulfilled self of another.
Stations and airports are rehearsals for separations by death.
I love man as creator, lover, husband, friend, but man the father I do not trust. I do not believe in man as father. I do not trust man as father.
It is difficult to live with the pure. They do not condemn you; they forgive you. This forgiveness is more terrible than a judgment.
The inner chambers of the soul are like the photographer’s darkroom. Like a laboratory. One cannot stay there all the time or it becomes the solitary cell of the neurotic.
Truth is something which can’t be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
Convalescence. Such an utter weakness that you lie like an animal hibernating, playing possum. You float. You are adrift. Every current is stronger than you.
To the woman with the least intelligence, there must come, at some time or other, the realization that housework is animal work and that there are other occupations in the world a thousand times more refined, more enriching, for which she is also suited and to which she has a right.
Houses turn to corpses overnight when we cease to live and love in them.
Nowhere is inhumanity more revealed than in hospitals.
Because history is only an aggregate of personal hostilities, personal prejudices, personal blindness and irrationality, there are times when we have to live against it.
Tranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and joy.