« The victory of nothing overwhelms the depressed. Perhaps he has a recourse left. Since he is excluded from the living, perhaps he in turn flatters himself to exclude the living. Wouldn't there be a secret hatred in the depths of the great depressed? »

« ... there is no effective analysis, that is, analysis that also engages the unconscious of the analyst, only one that brings us to the limits, in a test of the limits and our own limits. »

« Loving your patients well: a necessary condition for me. I can see what I might be told: wouldn't it be to get paid back, a way to make sure I'm loved by them? Still, I don't understand how I could devote so much time to them, attention, to devote so much of my life to listening to their complaints, to make mine, without confusing me what Lagache called their "personal world", if I did not think of what hinders them - symptoms, inhibitions, repetition, narcissism - that what makes them captive to their neurosis covers what I can not imagine other than as movement towards , even if the purpose of this movement is to destroy - self or object. A bet on the forces of life. Would I be a doctor more than I think? A doctor who would not be subject to the requirement to "cure" but driven by a stronger need than one that aims only to make life livable, bearable (which implies a great deal of resignation). Make the other person feel, wants to be alive. I am not sure what I mean by that. I don't care. Bichat's famous phrase: "Life is the set of forces that resist death." Just but a little too negative for my taste. So, what? Bergson's "vital momentum"? A little too positive this time. Freud, on the other hand, chose a Latin word, libido, which the Fathers of the Church did not ignore: libido can be directed towards multiple objects, towards knowledge as well as on revenge, it moves, it does not hold in place, it migrates... Eros, more civilized and civilizing, finally, than libido, less indomitable, less wild, Eros who comes to prodd, awaken Psyche asleep. Eros is lively, cheerful. Libido, toxic, may prefer death. Loving his patients well: conditions for the taste of life to return to them and for things to find their flavor, so that at least what a painter in love with colors called a "cordiality for reality" prevails over hostility, rejection. Loving his patients well - not too much, as if this too was an evil, a destructive love for oneself as for the other. love them well, different from, and even opposed to, wanting their good. Do not demand anything, but trust what is alive in everyone. »