Complacency is a state of mind that exists only in retrospective: it has to be shattered before being ascertained.

While the State exists there can be no freedom; when there is freedom there will be no State.

I cannot conceive how anybody in his right mind should go to a psychoanalyst.

I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.

There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.