What I refuse to face within myself will meet me in the exterior world through you, not as you are, but as I have so construed you.

We are all meaning-seeking, meaning creating creatures and when we experience the loss of meaning, we suffer.

The act of consciousness is central; otherwise we are overrun by the complexes.

To experience some healing within yourself, and to contribute healing to the world, you are summoned to wade through the muck from time to time.

In the end, we are only tiny frightened animals, doing our best to survive amid other tiny frightened animals.

Is not our chief neurosis - by which I mean our estrangement from nature - our desire to hold fast to what is forever transforming, to freeze the familiar, to submit motion to stasis, to solicit immortality through rigidity.

We serve the world by finding out what feeds us, and, having been fed, then share our gifts with others.