Humans can always accept themselves unconditionally.

Unless, of course, you insist on identifying yourself with the people and things you love; and thereby seriously disturb yourself.

By not caring too much about what people think, I'm able to think for myself and propagate ideas which are very often unpopular. And I succeed.

Spirit and soul is horseshit of the worst sort. Obviously there are no fairies, no Santa Clauses, no spirits. What there is, is human goals and purposes as noted by sane existentialists. But a lot of transcendentalists are utter screwballs.

People have motives and thoughts of which they are unaware.

Many psychoanalysts refused to let me speak at their meetings. They were exceptionally vigorous because I had previously been an analyst and they were very angry at my flying the coop.

Worry itself is one of the most painful conditions.