Dark, unfeeling and unloving powers determine human destiny.

I'm exactly as I appear. There is no warm lovable person inside. Beneath my cold exterior, once you break the ice, you find cold water.

Anatomy is destiny.

We are rich in hearts, but poor with love.

The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.

The psychical, whatever its nature may be, is itself unconscious.