Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have , so to speak , pawned a part of their narcissism.
The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.
Civilized society is perpetually menaced with disintegration through this primary hostility of men towards one another.
My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.
No, our science is no illusion. But an illusion it would be to suppose that what science cannot give us we can get elsewhere.
The behavior of a human being in sexual matters is often a prototype for the whole of his other modes of reaction in life.
Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock.
It is that we are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object or its love.