But what will he do when he sees only too clearly why his patient is ill; when he sees that it arises from his having no love, but only sexuality; no faith, because he is afraid to grope in the dark; no hope, because he is disillusioned by the world and by life; and no understanding, because he has failed to read the meaning of his own existence?

Life is teleology par excellence; it is the intrinsic striving towards a goal, and the living organism is a system of directed aims which seek to fulfill themselves.

In all earnestness I asked myself what kind of world I had stumbled into.

In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.

No man can change himself into anything from sheer reason; he can only change into what he potentially is.

Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.

The primary cause of unhappiness in the world today is... lack of faith.