If we climb high enough, we will reach a height from which tragedy ceases to look tragic.

Self-awareness is a supreme gift, a treasure as precious as life. This is what makes us human. But it comes with a costly price: the wound of mortality. Our existence is forever shadowed by the knowledge that we will grow, blossom, and, inevitably, diminish and die.

Life is a spark between two identical voids, the darkness before birth and the one after death.

The act of revealing oneself fully to another and still being accepted may be the major vehicle of therapeutic help.

Mature love is loving, not being loved.

Living safely is dangerous.

Though the physicality of death destroys us, the idea of death may save us.