The individual human is still the creature who can wonder, who can be enchanted by a sonata, who can place symbols together to make poetry to gladden our heart, who can view a sunrise with a sense of majesty and awe.

They pursue meaninglessness until they can force it to mean.

All our feelings, like the artist's paints and brush, are ways of communicating and sharing something meaningful from us to the world.

One central need in life is to fulfill its own potential.

Courage is not the absence of despair; it is, rather, the capacity to move ahead in spite of despair.

To say a person is a coward has no more meaning than to say he is lazy: It simply tells us that some vital potentiality is unrealized or blocked.

One of the few blessings of living in an age of anxiety is that we are forced to become aware of ourselves.