It Is The Powerful Who Know How

There Are Instances When We Are Like Horses, We Psychologists, And Grow Restless: We See Our Own Shadow Wavering Up And Down Before Us. A Psychologist Must Look Away From Himself In Order To See Anything At All.

Whoever Gives Advice To The Sick Gains A Sense Of Superiority Over Them, No Matter Whether His Advice Is Accepted Or Rejected. That Is Why Sick People Who Are Sensitive And Proud Hate Their Advisors Even More Than Their Illnesses.

The Sick Woman Especially: No One Surpasses Her In Refinements For Ruling, Oppressing, Tyrannising.

I Love Him Who Is Ashamed When The Dice Fall In His Favour, And Who Then Asketh: "am I A Dishonest Player?" - For He Is Willing To Succumb.

Love, Too, Has To Be Learned.