If I Have A Stupid Day, Everything

Papa Continually Emphasizes How Much Remains Unexplained. With The Other Psychoanalytic Writers, Everything Is Always So Known And Fixed.

We Live Trapped, Between The Churned-up And Examined Past And A Future That Waits For Our Work.

Things Are Not As We Would Like Them To Be. There Is Only One Way To Deal With It, Namely To Try And Be All Right Oneself.

What I Have Always Wanted For Myself Is Much More Primitive. It Is Probably Nothing More Than The Affection Of The People With Whom I Am In Contact, And Their Good Opinion Of Me.

The Horrors Of War, Pale Beside The Loss Of A Mother