I Stopped Loving My Father A Long

Create A World, Your World. Alone. Stand Alone. And Then Love Will Come To You, Then It Comes To You.

Memory Is A Great Betrayer.

Analysis Does Not Take Into Account The Creative Products Of Neurotic Desires.

All The Art Of Analysis Consists In Saying A Truth Only When The Other Person Is Ready For It, Has Been Prepared For It By An Organic Process Of Gradation And Evolution.

The Bed Must Be A Beautiful Place, Not Only Because You Make Love There But Because You Dream There As Well.