What progress we are making. In the Middle Ages they would have burned me. Now they are content wit

What progress we are making. In the Middle Ages they would have burned me. Now they are content with burning my books.

Author: Sigmund Freud

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We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.

Time spent with cats is never wasted.

Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.

Just as no one can be forced into belief, so no one can be forced into unbelief.

Someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

They say I'm old-fashioned, and live in the past, but sometimes I think progress progresses too fast!

You’re never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.

Age is whatever you think it is. You are as old as you think you are.