A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself.

What is the good life? What is the good man? The good woman? What is the good society and what is my relation to it? What are my obligations to society? What is best for my children? What is justice? Truth? Virtue? What is my relation to nature, to death, to aging, to pain, to illness? How can I live a zestful, enjoyable, meaningful life? What is my responsibility to my brothers? Who are my brothers? What shall I be loyal to? What must I be ready to die for?

The chicken came first - God would look silly sitting on an egg.

To the man who only has a hammer, everything he encounters begins to look like a nail.

Become aware of internal, subjective, subverbal experiences, so that these experiences can be brought into the world of abstraction, of conversation, of naming, etc. with the consequence that it immediately becomes possible for a certain amount of control to be exerted over these hitherto unconscious and uncontrollable processes.

False optimism sooner or later means disillusionment , anger and hopelessness.

The loss of illusions and the discovery of identity, though painful at first, can be ultimately exhilarating and strengthening.