As partisans of our own way of life, we cannot help thinking in a partisan manner.

There is a story of an Oxford student who once remarked, "I despise all Americans, but have never met one I didn't like."

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

It takes a major unhappiness, a prolonged and bitter experience, to drive us away from loyalties once formed. And sometimes no amount of punishment can make us repudiate our loyalty.

Thwarted lives have the most character-conditioned hate

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.

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.