There can be no real freedom without the freedom to fail.

Love is union with somebody, or something, outside oneself, under the condition of retaining the separateness and integrity of one's own self.

Love is the productive form of relatedness to others and to oneself. It implies responsibility, care, respect. If it isn't productive and respectful, it isn't love, but only fear masquerading as love.

What most people in our culture mean by being lovable is essentially a mixture between being popular and having sex appeal.

Erotic love begins with separateness, and ends in oneness. Motherly love begins with oneness, and leads to separateness.

The history of man is a graveyard of great cultures that came to catastrophic ends because of their incapacity for planned, rational, voluntary reaction to challenge.

Most people see the problem of love primarily as that of being loved, rather than that of loving, of one's capacity to love. Hence the problem to them is how to be loved, how to be lovable.