There's still such chaos in me. Still so little firmly outlined. Just like my face: a formless mass that only takes on shape through the expression of the moment. The searching for our selves is the most agonizing The Adolescent Diaries of Karen Horney

Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. The Picture of Dorian Gray

[P]eople think that the human brain is in the head. Nothing of the sort; it is carried by the wind from the Caspian Sea. Diary of a Madman

All colors and blends of Americans have somewhat the same tendencies. It's a breed — selected out by accident. And so we're overbrave and overfearful — we're kind and cruel as children. We're overfriendly and at the same time frightened of strangers. We boast and are impressed. We're oversentimental and realistic. We are mundane and materialistic — and do you know of any other nation that acts for ideals? We eat too much. We have no taste, no sense of proportion. We throw our energy about like waste. In the old lands they say of us that we go from barbarism to decadence without an intervening culture. East Of Eden