The creative members of an orthodoxy, any orthodoxy, ultimately outgrow their disciplines.

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

To the extent that one is responsible for one's life, one is alone.

Love is not just a passion spark between two people; there is infinite difference between falling in love and standing in love. Rather, love is a way of being, a "giving to," not a 'falling for"; a mode of relating at large, not an act limited to a single person.

Perhaps the single most important therapeutic credo that I have is that the unexamined life is not worth living.

The path to decision may be hard because it leads into the territory of both finiteness and groundlessness—domains soaked in anxiety.

One comprehends oneself in order not to be preoccupied with oneself.