Doubt is the brother of shame.
Man’s true taproots are nourished in the sequence of generations, and he loses his taproots in disrupted developmental time, not in abandoned localities.
He who is ashamed would like to force the world not to look at him, not to notice his exposure. He would like to destroy the eyes of the world.
The only thing that can save us as a species is seeing how we’re not thinking about future generations in the way we live.
Nobody likes to be found out, not even one who has made ruthless confession a part of his profession. Any autobiographer, therefore, at least between the lines, spars with his reader and potential judge.
We cannot leave history entirely to nonclinical observers and to professional historians.
You’ve got to learn to accept the law of life, and face the fact that we disintegrate slowly.
When we looked at the life cycle in our 40s, we looked to old people for wisdom. At 80, though, we look at other 80-year-olds to see who got wise and who not. Lots of old people don’t get wise, but you don’t get wise unless you age.
We are what we love.
The way you ‘take history’ is also a way of ‘making history.’
Men have always shown a dim knowledge of their better potentialities by paying homage to those purest leaders who taught the simplest and most inclusive rules for an undivided mankind.
There is in every child at every stage a new miracle of vigorous unfolding, which constitutes a new hope and a new responsibility for all.
The psychoanalytic method is essentially a historical method.
Every adult, whether he is a follower or a leader, a member of a mass or of an elite, was once a child. He was once small. A sense of smallness forms a substratum in his mind, ineradicably. His triumphs will be measured against this smallness; his defeats will substantiate it.
Life doesn’t make any sense without interdependence. We need each other, and the sooner we learn that, the better for us all.