I want to show that the dividing lines between sanity and mental illness have been drawn in the wrong place.

All the world loves a lover, and a lover loves all the world.

It is a tragic paradox that the very qualities that have led to man's extraordinary capacity for success are also those most likely to destroy him.

If creative work protects a man against mental illness, it is small wonder that he pursues it with avidity; and even if the state of mind he is seeking to avoid is no more than a mild state of depression or apathy, this still constitutes a cogent reason for engaging in creative work even when it brings no obvious external benefit in its train.

Since I was not able wholly to subscribe to any one set of beliefs advanced by any 'guru' I had to fall back on my own, however derivative.

So-called "inspiration" is no more than an extreme example of a process which constantly goes on in the minds of all of us.

I want to show that the dividing lines between sanity and mental illness have been drawn in the wrong place.