We have to realize that we are as deeply afraid to live and to love as we are to die.

Our behavior is a function of our experience. We act according to the way we see things. If our experience is destroyed, our behavior will be destructive. If our experience is destroyed, we have lost our own selves.

The range of what we think and do is limited by what we fail to notice.

I, for instance, regard any particular man as finite, as one who has had a beginning and who will have an end. He has been born, and he is going to die. In the meantime, he has a body that roots him to this time and this place.

True sanity entails in one way or another the dissolution of the normal ego, that false self competently adjusted to our alienated social reality... and through this death a rebirth and the eventual re-establishment of a new kind of ego-functioning, the ego now being the servant of the divine, no longer its betrayer.

Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life.

Children do not give up their innate imagination, curiosity, dreaminess easily. You have to love them to get them to do that.