The experience of separateness arouses anxiety; it is, indeed, the source of all anxiety.

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

The fact that millions of people share the same vices does not make these vices virtues, the fact that they share so many errors does not make the errors to be truths, and the fact that millions of people share the same form of mental pathology does not make these people sane.

Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.

We are all equal in the sense that no man must mean - must be - the means for the purposes of another man; but each individual is an end in itself.

Another nation is made out to be utterly depraved and fiendish, while one's own nation stands for everything that is good and noble. Every action of the enemy is judged by one standard - every action of oneself by another. Even good deeds by the enemy are considered a sign of particular devilishness, meant to deceive us and the world, while our bad deeds are necessary and justified by our noble goals, which they serve.

Loving becomes, and the ability to love, becomes one of the most important things in life.