To be left alone on the tightrope of youthful unknowing is to experience the excruciating beauty of full freedom and the threat of eternal indecision.

The beautiful souls are they that are universal, open, and ready for all things.

To be identified with your mind is to be trapped in time: the compulsion to live almost exclusively through memory and anticipation.

Psychoanalysis has taught that the dead – a dead parent, for example – can be more alive for us, more powerful, more scary, than the living. It is the question of ghosts.

Indeed, there is no such thing as an altogether ugly woman — or altogether beautiful.

Physically there is nothing to distinguish human society from the farm-yard except that children are more troublesome and costly than chickens and calves and that men and women are not so completely enslaved as farm stock.