Intellectuals are hindered on the way to being, by their narcissism.

Selfish persons are incapable of loving others, but they are not capable of loving themselves either.

The affirmation of one's own life, happiness, growth and freedom, is rooted in one's capacity to love.

There is only one reality: the act of feeling ourselves in the process of making choices.

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

Love isn't something natural. Rather it requires discipline, concentration, patience, faith, and the overcoming of narcissism. It isn't a feeling, it is a practice.

According to me [Sigmund ] Freud did not notice that the dream expresses the inner experiences in a symbolic form,resembling in that, poetry or other art forms.