Fortunatelypsychoanalysis is not the only way to resolve inner conflicts. Life itselfstill remains a very effective therapist.

Quarrelsend, but words once spoken never die.

Thefibers of all things have their tension and are strained like the strings ofan instrument.

All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle.

I hold it to be a proof of great prudence for men toabstain from threats and insulting words toward an enemy, for neither ...diminishes the strength of the enemy; but the one makes him more cautious,and the other increases his hatred of you and makes him

I love power. But it is as an artist that I love it. Ilove it as a musician loves his violin, to draw out its sounds and chords andharmonies.

The service we render to others is really the rent we pay for our room on this earth.

Throughconflict we get to unity.

Analysis kills spontaneity.The grain once ground to floor,springs and germinates no more.

Ialways cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because I think,well, if they attack one personally, it means they have not a singlepolitical argument left.

Timinghas a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.

A man'sconversation is the mirror of his thoughts.