There Is No Love That Is Not

The Taboos That Constitute A Man's Intellectual Stature, Often Sedimented Experiences And Unarticulated Insights, Always Operate Against Inner Impulses That He Has Learned To Condemn, But Which Are So Strong That Only An Unquestioning And Unquestioned Authority Can Hold Them In Check.

But He Who Dies In Despair Has Lived His Whole Life In Vain.

In Psycho-analysis Nothing Is True Except The Exaggerations.

What The Philosophers Once Knew As Life Has Become The Sphere Of Private Existence And Now Of Mere Consumption, Dragged Along As An Appendage Of The Process Of Material Production, Without Autonomy Or Substance Of Its Own.

Tenderness Between People Is Nothing Other Than Awareness Of The Possibility Of Relations Without Purpose.