Each person is an idiom unto himself, an apparent violation of the syntax of the species.

Given a thimbleful of [dramatic] facts we rush to make generalizations as large as a tub.

The outlines of the needed psychology of becoming can be discovered by looking within ourselves; for it is knowledge of our own uniqueness that supplies the first, and probably the best, hints for acquiring orderly knowledge of others.

The mature religious sentiment is ordinarily fashioned in the workshop of doubt.

Love received and love given comprise the best form of therapy.

If there is a purpose in life at all, there must be a purpose in suffering and in dying. But no man can tell another what this purpose is. Each must find out for himself, and must accept the responsibility that his answer prescribes. If he succeeds he will continue to grow in spite of all indignities.

Life is too short so we must generalize.