Women See Through Each Other, But They

Women See Through Each Other, But They Rarely Look Into Themselves.

The Repressed Memory Is Like A Noisy Intruder Being Thrown Out Of The Concert Hall. You Can Throw Him Out, But He Will Bang On The Door And Continue To Disturb The Concert. The Analyst Opens The Door And Says, If You Promise To Behave Yourself, You Can Come Back In.

We Are All In A Race For Dear Life: That Is To Say, We Are Fugitives From Death.

In Order To Be Happy Oneself It Is Necessary To Make At Least One Other Person Happy.

Love Is An Attempt To Change A Piece Of A Dream World Into Reality.