Everything great in the world comes from neurotics. They alone have founded our religions and composed our masterpieces.

the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation

We are able to find everything in our memory, which is like a dispensary or chemical laboratory in which chance steers our hand sometimes to a soothing drug and sometimes to a dangerous poison.

Everything great that we know has come from neurotics. never will the world be aware of how much it owes to them, nor above all what they have suffered in order to bestow their gifts on it.

Words do not change their meanings so drastically in the course of centuries as, in our minds, names do in the course of a year or two.

It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.