Here we have the paradox, the potentially tragic paradox, that our relatedness to others is an essential aspect of our being, as is our separateness, but any particular person is not a necessary part of our being.

Our 'normal' 'adjusted' state is too often the abdication of ecstasy, the betrayal of our true potentialities.

If we can revert to the truth, then a great deal of one's suffering can be erased, because a great deal of one's suffering is based on sheer lies.

What do you do when you don't know what to do? No wonder there are more suicides among psychiatrists than in any other profession.

Insanity is a perfectly natural adjustment to a totally unnatural and negative environment.

We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing.

A man who says that men are machines may be a great scientist. A man who says he is a machine is 'depersonalized' in psychiatric jargon.