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“Man cannot live as nothing but an object, as dice thrown out of a cup; he suffers severely when he is reduced to the level of a feeding or propagating machine, even if he has all the security he wants. Man seeks for drama and excitement; when he cannot get satisfaction on a higher level, he creates for himself the drama of destruction. [...] The human passions transform man from a mere thing into a hero, into a being that in spite of tremendous handicaps tries to make sense of life.”

Quote by Erich Fromm

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The Anatomy of Human Destructiveness

This book delves into the complex origins of destructive behavior, exploring various theories and case studies to provide a nuanced understanding of the human capacity for destructiveness. more

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Erich Fromm
Erich Fromm

Erich Fromm, born on March 23, 1900 in Germany and died on March 18, 1980, was a renowned psychologist. His research covered a wide range of fields including anthropology, philosophy, and religion, particularly known for his studies on human psychology and interpersonal relationships. more

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