We are human less by virtue of our ideal goals than by the vice of our inferiority.

We forget that the soul has its own ancestors.

It is impossible to see the angel unless you first have a notion of it.

Fear is a huge thing for older people.

Tell me what you yearn for and I shall tell you who you are. We are what we reach for, the idealized image that drives our wandering.

How can we know ourselves by ourselves? . . . Soul needs intimate connection, not only to individuate, but simply to live. For this we need relationships of the profoundest kind through which we can realize ourselves, where self-revelation is possible, where interest in and love for soul is paramount.

To see the angel in the malady requires an eye for the invisible, a certain blinding of one eye and an opening of the other to elsewhere.