Marriage and its entourage of possession and jealousy enslave the spirit.

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

Life is a miserable thing. I have decided to spend my life thinking about it.

What? 'Borderline patients play games'? That what you said? Ernest, you'll never be a real therapist if you think like that. That's exactly what I meant earlier when I talked about the dangers of diagnosis. There are borderlines and there are borderlines. Labels do violence to people. You can't treat the label; you have to treat the person behind the label. (17)

The pain is there; when you close one door on it, it knocks to come in somewhere else.

To care of another individual means to know and to experience the other as fully as possible.

Some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That's when I will be truly dead - when I exist in no one's memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies,too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?